I know this sounds like it's Delena, but it's actually Klaroline. In fact I'm pretty sure I didn't actually read through this thing before posting it however long ago, because it's plainly obvious. I saw the Delena quote and thought about Klaroline at some point, and this happened. Really wish I read this closer now.
She kissed him first but as soon as her lips touched his he succumbed and kissed her back. It felt so, good, to have his lips on hers. This man is someone she shouldn't want, every voice in her head told her she knew better, but she didn't want to listen sometimes. They flew into a tree, where he showed her just how much he's been holding back, not letting her up from that tree until he ripped the front of her shirt wide open. She only saw right then how he kissed her, crushing her with his body against that tree. She wasn't sure if this was really real, and if it wasn't she'd know later, and be hating herself for slipping up. But here she was now, pinned against that tree, enjoying the feel of his lips on hers and letting everything else about his past, his wrongs; slip away from her mind. It didn't matter if he loved her right now, didn't matter if this would have a happy ending. All that mattered was how good his kiss felt, and she'd be alright.
You want a love that consumes you. That's passionate. That's exactly what she got. The kisses she got from him stole her breath and all she wanted from him was more of it. She looked in his eyes before ripping his shirt open and barely noticed how his mouth was hanging open like he had been drowning before and now he was annoyed by getting air back into his lungs. The look in his eyes when he was above her, was so hurting that she just wanted the world to go away, and for everything he's done to her and everyone in her life to go away. She loved him more than she could possibly imagine, knew the curves of his body better than she cared to admit and liked the feel of it more than passion had a word for. But this was wrong; they were going to destroy each other. She didn't want to destroy him. That's all that was on her mind, although she knew he wouldn't let himself destroy her. That's why, this night happened.
I love you. He'd meant it. Hearing her say it back sounded like fate, as if this woman standing in front of him would never leave his side no matter what because they were simply meant to be. Even through all the trials and tribulations, he knew he still loved her. And maybe if he'd said once that he didn't anymore would break her heart. But he knew he never would; no matter how terrible things got, how angry he got at her, how desperate, how dark into the dark he went. She was the only one he'd ever say 'I love you' to again and mean it the way he did. Ever. She was his girl, and he was her man.