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Caroline paused cocking her head to an odd sound. Shrugging it off she pushed herself off the kitchen counter, shoving her long blonde hair into a half hazard pony tail.
'I like it better down," drawled a voice in the doorway.
Shrieking Caroline pivoted one hand on her heart, turning to face the intruder. "Dammit Klaus. Some people knock."
"And some people answer the phones," Shrugging he sauntered into the kitchen. "Tell me , sweetheart you aren't avoiding me are you?" Approaching the tiny blonde who had pressed herself hard against the counter, he placed his hands on either side of her, caging her in.
"Don't, please." She closed her eyes, tilting her head back. "I don't want this."
"Oh, love, you do want this. That's what has you so upset. That you want a monster." He dipped his head to her neck, lightly nibbling, but still not touching her. "You want every moment of this. Because you know I can deliver ever fantasy, every wicked dream you've ever had. I can make you scream, I can make you beg."
She inhaled sharply. "I.."
He nipped her bottom lip. "You what, love? Just say it, just say one little word, and it all stops. All of it."
Caroline took a deep breath trying to form the two letters that would stop Klaus from going any further. Before she could he slanted his mouth over hers. She struggled briefly, and he transferred his hands from the counter to her hips and lifted her up on the counter. Stepping between her legs slipped his hand between her thighs.
"Wait, I can't think when your, when your…" Caroline gasped out.
"Shhh, just feel for a moment. Just feel." Klaus whispered against her mouth.
Just for a moment, feel. Caroline told herself, willing to forget even if it's just for a night that he is everything she hates. That he is a monster. A monster. Dammit.
"No!" She pushed against his chest hard, struggling to free herself.
Klaus swore, not even pretending to feel pressure to move. "Dammit, Caro, you want this. I know you do."
"Not at the expense of the guilt I would feel after! For God's sake you're trying to kill Tyler. You were trying to kill my best friend, you have no soul. I won't fall into this…this pit with you."
Klaus growled struggling with his control. His hands digging into the kitchen counter tearing up chunks. "What do I have to do Caroline? What do you want, that would give me you. Tell me." Klaus gripped her chin punishingly forcing her to meet his gaze. "Answer me Caroline, or I will just take what you were freely giving just moments ago, and damn the consequences."
"Forget Tyler. Let him go. Stop trying to find and kill him, and I will do whatever you want." Caroline whispered. Tears welling into her eyes.
"If I do that, then I want you Caroline. Not for a night not for a week, for as long as I want you. Whether that be a year or a century. No backing out or acting as though this is a burden. I want all of you final offer." Klaus stared into her eyes, his burning with ferocity, making sure she understood fully what she would be committing to.
Caroline took a deep breath, and without further hesitation answered exactly how he had known she would. "Yes," she answered.
"Yes what Caroline? Look at me when you answer." Klaus demanded.
"Yes, I'll…belong to you as long as you leave Tyler alone." She locked her eyes onto his.
"Starting now," Klaus growled. Shoving his hand into her pony tail he ripped it down, holding her head firmly in place as he began ravishing her mouth. With punishing nips and soothing licks. His free hand pushed her thighs farther apart, she whimpered into his mouth. His hand swept down her back then over break their kiss to sweep her tank top up baring her breasts to his hand. He brushed across one, causing her nipple to tighten further, she squirmed on the hard counter top. As though first noticing her discomfort Klaus immediately shifted and picking her up lowered her on the kitchen floor.
Flat on her back, naked from the waist up Caroline felt the first frisson of fear, and indeciscion. He ripped his shirt off and unbuckling his pants knelt between her legs. He began pushing her jeans down, she resisted for a moment and his head came up sharply, eyes narrowing. Caroling immediately submitted drawing a deep steadying breath, and lifted her hips to help him draw her jeans off.
"Good girl," he muttered, throwing her jeans to the side. Shucking his own jeans off he allowed his eyes to feast upon the body of the woman he had found unforgettable for so long. Finally his, finally his to own, and brand as his. Gripping her hips he dragged her to his mouth, she stiffened as his mouth descended down.
Unable to hold back Caroline moaned, as his tongue dipped into her. Klaus barely constrained a moan himself, unable to hold back his pleasure of the taste of his Caroline. She tastes like sunshine, like life. He tongued her clit, growling his approval against her, when her hands gripped his hair tightly riding his mouth.
"Please, please please," she groaned, thrusting her hip up.
"Please what, love?" Klaus asked. "Tell me what you want, and I will give to you."
"Please let me come. Please, Klaus!" She ended her statement in a half scream, as he insterted one finger into her.
Klaus began licking her harder, pushing his finger in and out rapidly, he could feel her tightening around his finger, and pushing his tongue firmly against her clit he felt her start coming hard. Her whole body went stiff before shuddering against him.
"Like that did you?" Klaus lifted his head, before flipping her onto her stomach. Drawing her up to her knees he shoved himself into her from behind. Gripping her hair he yanked her head up, "Scream for me love." He ordered.
She whimpered instead, and he slapped his hand against her bottom hard enough to make her cry out. "I said scream for me," he hissed pumping into her hard.
"Klaus please!" Caroline screamed.
"That's right, Klaus," He said through gritted teeth. "It's me who's pounding into you, me who made you come harder than you have come before. Me who you belong to." Shoving himself into her one last time he roared out his release, collapsing on top of her.
He switched their positions so he wouldn't crush her, arranging her body to his liking. She lay purposefully still trying to even out her breathing, to gather her thoughts on what had just happened. Tyler's life was worth it, but she couldn't help but feel she had signed away more than her body, she had signed away her soul as well.