He rumbles from within her during every stroke. She's so close, she can't stand it. He's hard and bold and completely fills her. Her body lifts then plummets, back and forth in bliss from his mind blowing rhythm.
Every time Klaus sinks back in, she's closer to drowning in that sweet, sweet ecstasy. He bows his head between her neck and shoulder and grumbles a curse against her skin. The deeper he goes, the closer she is to shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. He's breathing heavy and she can tell he's struggling to keep going for her.
He's pacing himself, slowing down to feel every inch plunge into the depths of her. Almost all the way out and he rocks deeper, harder. She clings onto him like a magnet, and gasps when he hits that place that makes her see stars, he continues with this pace only for her.
"Oh God."
Clytemnestra can't help but cry out, and scrape her nails on the skin of his lower back, trying to help him get to that spot once more.
Her muscles flutter around him, but only for a moment. He grits his teeth and bares down on her, he realizes he should be gentle, but he's getting lost in the act.
"Nicklaus, I..."
She looks into those amber eyes, desperation present in her own. He responds with a nod and a deep growl that travels from her ears to the end of her toes.
"I know, Clytemnestra. I can feel you."
He's sweaty against her, his skin flushed, muscles shaking in fatigue. But he's got to keep going, she's right there barely hanging on by a thread, if he can get her there she will be forever grateful.
"Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?"
His lips are all over her chest, while her breathing comes out in short, uncontained moans of pleasure against every thrust. They're quick, but yield just enough force. He falls in, so deep he reaches that spot over and over again. Her sighs change in pitch on every shove of his hips against hers.
They lurch into the bed, knocking it against the wall. Klaus is breathing harder than ever, and groaning louder than before. His face twists in agony and she knows he's hurting for her, all this is for her.
Her pleasure filled high, finally crashes in waves of her essence and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming his name.
Klaus broke the kiss and buried his face against her neck. Clytemnestra was waiting for the feel of teeth and tongue – Klaus was a biter and he reveled in the all-too-temporary marks left after most of their lovemaking.
But not now. Klaus was whispering and it was hard for Clytemnestra to hear over the thudding of her heart, but he concentrated and could finally make out the words.
"Tell me please tell me please tell me please pleasepleaseplease..."
She threaded her fingers through that ridiculous mop of hair and held Klaus close as he kept whispered, "Love you, always. I love you. I love you. I love you."
Maybe it was the words, or maybe it was the passion that she could no longer keep under control, or maybe his ass clamping down around Klaus's cock and her teeth on Klaus's neck in hyrt fourth orgasm, but Klaus began to rock against her, harder and more desperate.
She loosened her legs and let Klaus move freely, but it didn't last. Klaus came with a groan and collapsed against her.
His words broken, his voice broken, Klaus still begged, "Don't leave me, please don't leave."
She cradled him close; loathe to lose their physical connection.
They're both completely worn out from the love making, he tells her he loves her and she says the same. No guilt and no regrets