After the ceremony he is surprised to find her frivolously splayed on his bed. "What are doing here?" His words come out more startled than he intends them to be. "Well, I figured out since we are married.." she trails, her hand soothing the linen. "I can't offer you comfort, I'm nota good shoulder for you to cry on " he says dryly, hoping his hostility will be enough to drive her away. However, she seems unaffected by his words. "Do you actually think I want to sleep with you because I'm emotionally compromised?" Part of his suspicions are true and she clenches her teeth at her weakness and neediness, idiotic transparency of her sentiments. Nevertheless, she jumps to her feet and approaches him boldly despite a clear distaste on his face. "You're grieving, Jackson is dead and now you are simply seeking anesthesia for your condition" It always has been like this between them – words flying like daggers, cruel revelations. "Were you also seeking anesthesia, when you showed your tongue into my mouth in the clearing two days ago?" Blush creeps onto his sharp cheekbones – she reasons its cause is not embarrassment, but, unsurprisingly, rage. There is nothing that irks him more than remnants of his humanity being rubbed into his face. He fancies himself as someone who remains above desires and attachments, whose mind can be clouded by sentimental nonsense. And yet he's standing in the middle of his bedroom, in the midst of a storm which her proximity unleashes in him.
"Leave the room, please" Modest resources of his tolerance are quickly drained by her stubborn and provocative behavior, as he finds himself on the verge of snapping her neck again.
"What you are playing at, Hayley?"
"Who says I am playing?" She grasps his shoulder, making him freeze on the spot. Her touch simultaneously paralyzes him and sends currents of acute sensations, biting through his muscles right into his bones. Nonetheless, his stupor is deemed to be short-lived, since he quickly regains his composure and tries a different approach.
"Don't tempt me, Little Wolf" He hopes she would back off, crushed by reality, remembering the monster she wants to lure with her siren eyes, returning to her natural state of repulsion that always prevailed, in spite of considerable shift in their relationship.
"You should have learned I'm not afraid of you, so do your worst" she whispers into his ear, pushing her body into his with such force and determination that he shakes slightly, nearly losing his balance. He almost hears the mechanisms of his caution being dismantled one by one, whilst a wholly different essence takes over him. He drinks lust that leaks through her hooded eyes, lets himself being enticed by a sweet promise of acceptance, even if it survives a single night and dies in the morning. He hungrily traps her lips with one of his own, cupping the back of her head with his left palm, whilst his right hand moves slowly down her spine and,after reaching her ass, molds her buttocks boldly.
She fancies his condor, his aggressive vigor, clearly enjoying his fingers on her behind, squeezing her taunt flesh, driving her into him. Frankly, taking in account. She expects her mouth to be bruised and swollen the next morning and she returns him favor, sinking her teeth into his lower lip harshly, making him release a helpless broken whimper, although he doesn't stop caressing her hips and twirling strands of her hair around his digits.
He grows more impatient with every minute and starts unzipping her jeans, tugging them down her thighs, however, she doesn't let him finish his task and forces him to sit on the bed, her hands grasping his shoulders. He looks at her from below, pupils – blown -wide bullet holes on his face sucking in her image. He licks his lips subconsciously, observing her, as she strips off her clothes, willing himself not to intervene, despite his strong urge to do so. He decides to follow her rules for a while, feeling curious about her further actions, thus, when she twists her body to straddle him, a crooked pleased smile momentary flashes on his face, only to be replaced by a feral mask.
As soon as she adjusts herself on his lap, his palm lock around her hips, kneading firm muscles under porcelain skin. She makes attempt to capture his mouth, however, he angles his head, avoiding her, places his lips under her jaw, tracing the elegant line of her neck. Slowly inching towards her breasts, covered by translucent lacy material, he sticks his tongue out to taste a tender patch between her leaves wet trails on her flesh, making a route towards her right nipple, eventually wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into the cavern of his mouth. She responds with a hiss, claws at the nape of his head. She is usually not the one to spill complements, nonetheless, she must admit he doesn't lack skill when it comes to sex. On the contrary, he manipulates her body well, quickly uncovering her soft spots. He adds teeth to the combo of his tongue and lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her sensory receptors come to life, her nipple tingle. Even though, caresses of his mouth are masterful and precise, her arousal surges at the sight of his expression, raw and open, lustful. For a moment their eyes meet. With his mouth still sucking on a hardened apex of her breast, he gazes at her darkly, making sure she gets his ,he's going to indulge her, like a fine vine,unravel her slowly, make her want to crawl out of her skin, using his teeth , tongue and fingers, until her knees are trembling and her wetness runs down her glistening thighs. Then, when she shivering from countless climaxes he has yanked out of her, he is going to shag her hard and good. He grins wickedly at different scenarios running through his head, when she suddenly raises her hips and grinds into him, tearing a shocked gasp from his lips, which is muffled by her flesh.
She rubs herself against his prominent bulge, a rough fabric teasing her cunt, as she wreathes trying to increase friction, to get herself off. Her visible eagerness feeds his arousal. His nostrils flare, his mouth drops open and he leans back slightly, leaving his duties, to watch her ride his pinned cock, grunting from the contact their bodies make. Nevertheless, his voyeuristic moment doesn't last , as she guides his head back to her breast and he can hardly object, licking her left nipple through a thin cloth, covering it in his saliva. He thinks about feeling her bare flesh, thus one of his hands unclasp and takes off her bra, whilst the other slithers under the fabric of her thong. He kisses her breastbone, nimbles at her skin gently, whilst she longs for his fingers deep inside of her and keeps guessing when he stops taunting her. Of course, she will never reveal her need to him, never give him satisfaction of knowing that he fills her with an uncontrollable , she takes an initiative, and quickly unzips his jeans and pulls his erection from his underwear, before he has time to react. She gives him a few firm strokes, before resuming her initial position. He doesn't stop her, even though the lacy fabric sliding against cock and a mere fact that there's only a thin layer between them makes his jaw go slack. For a few minutes he lets her drag him into a torturous teasing, which causes him to feel ever crease between her legs and ,frankly,robs him of any self-control he has left. He greets his teeth at her juices dripping on his shaft and almost catches himself teetering over the edge, but restrains himself and slides her panties aside to circle her clit. She starts panting immediately which gives a power kick to his ego. Despite her attempts to break their eye contact, to look away, (she can hardly endure his intensive gaze) he doesn't let her escape him. He wants to memorize every nervous bite of her lip, every twitch of her mouth and anxious darting of her pupils, whereas she fails to untangle herself from his glare. Her climax is approaching rapidly, he can see carotid artery pounding under thin skin, her arousal trickles down the upper parts of her legs and it takes every ounce of his willpower not to push her on her back and take her, pouring all his wild passion into her. She feels searing hot sliding against his erection and he desperately clenches his jaw in order to remain focused on her pleasure. Luckily for him she comes undone quickly, cutting short his torture, releasing a sharp breath.
He immediately places her on soft sheets, crawls atop of her.
" Such a naughty Little Wolf you are", he mumbles against her neck.
"I bet-tasty, , I should eat you up", he purrs, his lips traveling down her torso. She considers stopping him, feeling too sensitive for his ministrations, however, he seems to keep in mind her resent climax and doesn't test her limits, giving appreciation to her stomach and then switching to her tentatively licks there, tasting her cum, sneaking his tongue tantalizingly close to her core, but never quite reaching it. He has right where he wants her to be, already hot and wiggling impatiently, thus he grabs her ankles and spreads her open, eyeing her slick folds.
He gazes at her wet sex, his tongue running over his parted lips subconsciously, giving out his true desires. He clutches her legs and dives into her heat without a warning, acting upon his wolfish instincts, knocking the air out of her lungs. . His unpredictability and his wild nature manage to throw her out of balance every time she thinks she knows him well: one minute he is sitting , nailing her to the bed with his heavy stare, the next – he feverishly covering her groin with kisses.
In truth, he deliberately seeks to provoke her, to drive her to the edge in order to get extract pure and raw reactions out of her, to have her screaming obscenities .He starts lazily trailing his tongue along her slit, teasing her, making her tilt her pelvis so that she could get his head closer, but as soon as she pushes her gushing cunt into his face he immediately stops. She has none of his attempts to initiate power games and throws her legs over his shoulders keeping him place. Amused, he chuckles at her boldness, though he can't say he's entirely surprised, considering she's an alfa, just like him. In some ways her apparent desperation tickles his ego, however he still refuses to move, his breath wavering over her dripping labia.
She hates his manipulations, his insatiable need for control, the fact that even in the moments of intimacy he is rearranging figures on a chess she tries to squirm out of his tight grasp, causing him to grip her more firmly. He throws at glance at her annoyed expression, an arrogant smirk twisting his features.
" You know, I'll make you pay for it", she threatens, however insults die on her tongue, when he touches her, taking her folds into his mouth making her arch her back from sharp and sudden pleasure. Her legs close around his shoulders, squeezing his muscles. He can't hold himself from grinning, his pride bursting from seeing her all sweaty and trembling. He laps at her hungrily, watching her reactions, rolling his tongue against her clit, pushing deeper into her heat. Her juices coat his lips, dribble down his chin, sending surges of excitement to his groin.
Blindly her hands find his head locking him in place, tugging on his dirty-blond curls. Her hips shoot from bed covers to meet his skillful mouth, trying to maximize their gladly complies, liking her cunt more vigorously, jamming two fingers into her vagina with a slight scissoring motion.
"Fuck, ahh", her body tosses back and forth, her lower limbs wrap around his back tightly, whilst her torso writhes, as if trying to escape him.
"Shit, uhhh. Mhmm", she chews on her lips in order to suppress her moans. He finds her groans deeply arousing and he has to keep his urges on a leash just to avoid cumming right there and then.
He can't say her excitement is unexpected and it has a little to do with his expertise in sex. To put it short, apparently, Jackson and Hayley were having trouble with their intimate life and eventually, after few fruitless attempts to fix it stopped trying. The revelation left Klaus leering manically. He accidentally overheard their conversation and had to put all of his efforts into maintaining calm demeanor, while strolling into the room, where their unfortunate interaction took place. He was pretty sure it was all Jackson's fault and his lack of technique or ,perhaps, laziness and selfishness, too. "Vanilla", Klaus concluded, giving his rival a menacing grin.
Keeping his superiority over the deceased husband in mind, he all too happy to give her a proper royal treatment she deserves. As a true hedonist, he takes his time, whilst eating her out, enjoying the process, exploring her thoroughly . He learns that she likes her clit to be stroked in a clockwise fashion, also sucked, so he uses this trick against her. No surprise, he successes to undo her at least six times, so that her knees are trembling and she is literally forced to squirm away from his relentless mouth.
"Have I pleased you, milady?" he asks, his blunt teeth grazing her shoulder. His need for constant reaffirmation of his excellence literally in everything, irks her, thus she doesn't give him satisfaction of wording her appreciation. She kisses him instead.
"What we gonna do about that?" she kroons, running her finger along the underside of his leaking cock.
"I'm sure you have some bright suggestions", he smirks. Frankly, he likes her crudeness and direct approach, when it comes to sex.
She doesn't make him wait any longer, impaling herself on his length. She places her hands on his chest, but he has some different ideas swirling in his mind, as he rises into a sitting position. He pulls on her ass, almost lifting her off him, palming her behind greedily. She gasps into his half-opened mouth, whilst his palm spider back to the curve of her spine to dig into her waist.
They are perfect fit, it's ridiculous how good it feels, she thinks, as inches between their faces rapidly disappear and she pushes a keen tongue into his mouth. Maybe, a secret lies in the tension which cracks between them all too often. Honestly, she has never experienced anything quite like this, even with Elijah. She can't pinpoint the emotion, which is a mixture of lust and something entirely new to her. She has never felt so elated and aroused at the same time, wanting to fuck his brains out.
He gives her few long deep strokes, before changing his tactics again. He leans forward, forcing her to lie on her back. She locks her legs behind his back just as he lifts her hips from the surface of the bed and starts driving his cock into her with enviable virility, still keeping an even rhythm. The pace he sets makes her curve her spine even more, offering him a tantalizing view of her upper half and throat. He can't keep himself from taking her nipple into his mouth, engulfing it with his full lips and teasing her peak with a tip of his tongue. She is unbearably hot and slick which leaves him howling mentally and he isn't sure if he could keep on suppressing all sorts of grunting and whining sounds, coming from his ajar mouth. Furthermore, it doesn't help that her shins squeeze him with such vigor that at times he struggles to breathe.
Part of him wants to drag their coitus out, to torture her a bit and hear her beg for release. Nevertheless, he also yearns to see her shatter around him, to feel an orgasm ripple through her and her walls clench around his erection. In the end, his greediness outweighs his manipulative tendencies. His fingers instantly move to her clit, drawing firm circles, whilst he watches her with a feral expression. She is close to coming, biting on her lower lip – a sight which always gets him going.
"Come for me, love", he whispers seductively, licking her neck, waiting for her to let go.
"Give it to me, squeeze my cock", he exhales into her ear.
It seems he has discovered her weakness, because his dirty talking quickly finishes what he has started minutes ago, so he uses his new-found leverage, as soon as a post-orgasmic hue, clouding her gaze, dissolves.
"I've been waiting for this far too long, hence I going to shag you into this bed and you won't be leaving until you' re properly fucked", he says, pressing her knees into her chest and bending her in half.
His bold use of words shocks her at first, but she recovers in matter of seconds.
" To be honest, I've missed your many talents", she slides her index finger up his arm, tracking a prominent vein that pops through his pale skin.
"Your hands, your lips, your prick", she trails.
"So many compliments from you, Little Wolf. Have you been thinking about me?" he dares her in time with his thrusts. He keeps guessing if she will actually bless him with another crude remark of hers or remain silent. They are heading towards a dangerous territory of admitting attractions, something quite personal, and they are both not fond of exposing themselves to the gaze of another.
"Sometimes. With my hand down my pants"
This captures his attention.
"Tell me", he pants.
" What exactly do you want to hear?" she taunts him mercilessly, enjoying her pauses, grasping his necklaces, as if keeping him on a leash.
"Well, if looking for any details, I would usually fantasize about you sneaking into the kitchen and getting behind me. In my head you would first slide your palm to the front of my jeans and stroke me through denim" – her voice breaks, as he fucks her with an urgent strive, completely losing his initial steady pace – "And then you push your fingers past the waistband of my pants…into my panties…"
She doesn't get to finish her verbalizing her fantasy to him, because he invades her mouth with one of his own, kissing her fiercely. She beats him at the game he has initiated, his body suddenly going taunt. He spills into her, releasing a strangled cry, dragging her with him.
Suprisingly, she stays until the morning, not following her usual post-coital instinct to run
He thinks, they must have some sort of connection.