Warning, some mature content.
Chapter 4
"That was naughty, kitten," Klaus hummed as he dragged his girl out of the dining room. "Very naughty…"
She didn't say anything; she trotted obediently behind him. All he wanted was to have her. Feel her. Taste her. Touch her. Hear her moaning under him. She knew how to drive him crazy. He couldn't really understand it; he simply couldn't get enough of her. It took a moment before he noticed that she was stumbling to keep up with his quick strides. He lifted her over his shoulder without hesitation and vampire speeded them to his bedchamber. She still didn't say anything or show discomfort as he bolted the door behind them and placed her on the floor. He licked his lips and ran his fingers over her neckline, planning to get rid of her clothes.
"No," she said firmly and stopped his hand with hers. "I wish to do it myself." She paused and took a step back. "I like this gown; I do not want you to rip it off me."
He grinned.
"Is that so? What do I get if I agree?"
She gave him a sweet, innocent smile. A smile that was more than enough to awake all his predatory instincts. She was his. The most delicious prey he had ever tasted. He simply couldn't get enough.
"Perhaps I shall let you watch," she hummed. "Only watch."
She took another step back as his eyes darkened.
"Kitten…"
"There will be no touching," she said softly but firmly. "Not before I allow that."
His eyebrows furrowed. The urge to claim her was making him insane, but he couldn't deny that this turned him on. She turned him on. More than any woman ever before. She crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly. He didn't take orders from anyone, but he found himself backing away and sitting down on the bed.
She gave him another sweet smile and kept her beautiful eyes on him while starting to very slowly undress. He observed her every move intently; his mouth was watering at the sight of her. She was nothing less than exquisite. Her soft lips, her smooth skin, her womanly curves, her perfect breasts… It was like she would have been made for him. Only for him.
Yet it wasn't just her body that fascinated him. He was also intrigued by her mind. She was special. Unique. And his. Only his. He wanted to give her the world. He would have if she would have asked him to. The strange thing was that she never asked anything from him. She didn't make any demands. She simply listened to him and expressed her gratitude for everything he did for her. Her childlike curiosity and eagerness to learn new things was nothing but fascinating. He had never met a woman like her. He licked his lips as she dropped her last piece of clothing on the floor.
"Nim…"
She smiled and walked over to him so slowly that he had to struggle to hold still. She stopped in front of him and leaned so close that her lips were almost touching his.
"No touching," she whispered.
He pressed his lips together, he was so turned on that it was painful. Her smile still remained sweet and innocent as she moved her hands slowly along the front of her body.
"Kitten…" he murmured warningly as her hands wandered up to her exposed breasts.
She smiled and shook her head. Damn her…
"Patience, my love," she hummed softly.
He certainly didn't have any patience, she was driving him crazy. If he would have his way, her legs would already be wrapped around him and she would be crying out his name. Yet he didn't move, he simply allowed her to torture him. Why? How had she managed to do this to him? He had no clue. All he knew was that he couldn't get enough. He wanted her. All of her. The magnitude of his lust for her… It was something he had never experienced before.
Was it love? He didn't know. He didn't believe in love. Yet what he had felt toward Aurora couldn't be compared to this. With Nim, he could be himself. She didn't judge him and as she had said, she was loyal. Finally she ran her fingers over his cheek and softly nibbled his earlobe. That made him to completely lost control, in one quick motion he flipped her over onto her back. She didn't startle, she just smiled at him. For a brief moment he looked into her eyes, trying to see what she was thinking. He was never able to do that if she didn't let him. Now she didn't, she simply blinked her eyes and smiled.
"You are mine," he groaned and parted her lips with his thumb.
"I cannot be owned, my love," she replied softly. "I am yours because I choose to be."
That didn't please him at all, but he had no intention to argue right now. He had much more important things on mind. His hands caressed her breasts before he took one into his mouth, making her let out a moan. He switched back and forth between the perky peaks, his mouth sucking and nipping. Now it was his turn to torture her. Her moans were like music to his ears, his hands kept her in place while his mouth teased her heated flesh.
"My love…"
"You know what I want to hear, kitten," he hummed.
"Please, Nico."
It was her nickname for him and he had to admit that liked how it sounded when she cried it out. Within seconds, he was undressed. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed his body against hers. He kissed her deeply while positioning himself between her legs. After that he lost all control, pounding into her uncontrollably, causing her to dig her nails into his flesh.
"Nim," he groaned.
Her soft moans and pleasurable panting was all he heard. His hands wrapped around her waist possessively, he still couldn't believe how good this woman felt. Perfect. She belonged to him and he had no intention to ever let her go.
