"It's not a request, Little Wolf."
Hayley blinked, her pulse skipped a beat and her stomach dropped. She thought for sure she had imagined it or was dreaming. Dreaming of him and that night as she did way too often. She had willed herself to think only of Elijah, to fantasize about him. But every time she did, his perfectly coiffed dark hair turned into rumpled dirty blonde curls. His beautiful aristocratic features became all sharp, masculine angles with full, pouty, almost feminine lips. She hadn't shaken Klaus. Hadn't shaken the bone deep desire that had propelled her onto his table, floor, couch and eventually his bed. Hayley told herself and anyone that would listen it had been whiskey fueled but deep down she knew that evening wouldn't have turned out any differently had she been cold sober.
"NO! What are you doing here, are you planning on raping me? You will hurt the baby."
Klaus could smell her desire, hear her jagged pulse, her heartbeat overshadowing the child's. He grinned to himself, in all of the interactions he had observed between her and his brother, he'd never detected her desire or heard her pulse rush as it did now, with only his eyes on her.
"Oh, Sweetheart, we both know it wouldn't be rape," Klaus almost laughed out loud, he'd never taken a woman by force in his considerable lifetime.
His eyes did twinkle as he allowed them to drop to the exposed breast, it's tip hardened. He knew for sure it had nothing to do with the humid air filtering in from the Quarter.
"Not what I had in mind, Love, but I'm certainly agreeable to scratching any itch my ever so kind brother was unable to scratch."
Before she could throw the vase sitting on her nightstand at him, he continued, totally unaffected by her obvious anger,
"I want to sketch you. I want our child to see just how beautiful you and she were before she made her grand entrance."
Hayley's lips dropped open with obvious shock. He had ignored her, made her his prisoner and ordered the murder of her long lost relatives yet here he sat smelling of bourbon and blood wanting her to pose for him.
In less than a blink of an eye he was out of the chair and sitting on the bed. His strong hands on her thighs wrapped in the hem of her nightgown. Transfixed, Hayley couldn't and if honest with herself, wouldn't stop him. Klaus freed her from the sheet that had barely covered her and with devastating gentleness, pulled her hips up with one hand as he pulled her nightgown up and over their child with the other. Klaus stopped there. The offending garment was bunched under her breasts, revealing all except the lone covered breast.
She was breathtaking. Klaus was literally frozen in place. He could feel her eyes on him as he stroked the swell of her stomach and was shocked when he felt movement. It dawned on him, his daughter had moved.
Hayley couldn't help it, she saw the tears and utter awe in his eyes as he ran his hands over her stomach. She knew the child was aware of her father as she kicked right where he placed his hands. Hayley reached out and ran her fingers through the messy curls, drawing his face to her stomach, to the side, near her ribs where their little girl had been kicking all day.
Klaus laid his weary head on the rounded swell of their child and let her heartbeat and even occasional kicks soothe him while her mother's hands massaged the tension from his skull. The past months had been among the most harrowing of his long life. Klaus was tired, no, weary. Today offered a measure of hope. Klaus had reconciled as much as could be expected with Marcel, confessing all of his sins, he'd avenged the death of his daywalkers with the Faction massacre and he had made a tentative peace with his wayward siblings. Now he just wanted to rest.
Hayley could smell the blood on his clothes, knew it was human. She should be horrified but just couldn't muster it. She was simply relieved her relatives still lived. Hayley had no desire to free herself from his loose embrace. She desired the heat and danger he alone was capable of.
Klaus lifted himself and covered her mouth. The tip of his tongue slowly caressing her pink lips and the inner caverns of her delicious mouth. He'd forgotten just how good she tasted. Hayley turned her head attempting to deepen the kiss into the hard, rough kisses she had missed. But he pulled away chuckling deep in his chest at her eagerness. She captured his face and while her thumbs traced his impossibly sharp cheekbones she held his head still for the deep rough kiss she needed more than breath.
The rhythmic mating of their tongues made her body reflexively bow towards his impossibly hard one. Hayley groaned and unbeknownst to her she growled when he pulled away to tear her flimsy nightgown off exposing the remaining breast to him. Klaus allowed his hands to explore them and discover the differences the pregnancy had brought to her body. Knowing he shouldn't but feeling his control slowly slipping away, he bent his head and captured one taut nipple. He immediately felt the sudden change in her heartbeat and heard the break in her breathing, felt her nipple tightening even more as his tongue traced it.
Klaus moved his hands to the heat between her thighs. He traced her folds, teasing her until he felt her shiver and open for him. It wasn't enough. He wanted that tight heat clinging to him, wanted it with a violence that frightened him. And he knew she wanted it every bit as much. He could tell from her heat and the way she moved beneath him. It promised to be a joining every bit as searing and violent as their previous ones had been.
No longer trusting himself, with an anguished groan he withdrew his mouth and hands.
"Don't you want me?"
His voice was gritty and his pupils were so dilated that only a green ring remained. He closed his eyes and took a long deep breath and moved away slightly.
"I don't know if I can control myself," Klaus confessed as he felt her lips on his neck and her hand running under his shirt to knead the muscles of his lower back.
"Little Wolf, we'll burn down the night."
