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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

HAPPY IS THE HEARING MAN

When Caroline woke the next morning, he was already gone. With a jolt, she was wide awake, a slight streak of panic invading her. She listened closely and heard water running. Relieved, she let herself sink back into the pillows, trying not to think about Klaus in the shower, wearing nothing but his dimples, those sinful lips wet from the water, his strong body glistening. And even more desperately did she try not to think about her hands exploring him... about his hands on her body, his tongue covering every inch of her... about Klaus buried inside her, moving and thrusting and moaning…

Her breathing sped up. Only a minute. Allow yourself to think of it for a minute. You need to get rid of all this tension, or you'll end up exploding. Or violating him. But you need to hurry. Which would not really be a problem, considering how long it had been since she had last been touched. She closed her eyes, and in the very same instant, she was there with him in the shower. Before she was aware of it herself, her hand had slipped beneath her sweats. She saw the images in her head as clearly as if they were actual memories…

Klaus pinned her arms to the wall of the shower, high above her head. He crushed his mouth to hers, and she could feel his hard length brushing her sex. His moan was wanton, deep and throaty, echoing the helpless desire she could see in his eyes and that reflected her own. "God, how I want you," he whispered hoarsely, making her whimper in response. He released her hands and cupped her butt, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

The water had stopped. Come on, hurry up!

He looked her in the eyes as he entered her in one swift stroke. "Klaus!" she cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. "Yes, love?" he smirked in his incomparable Klaus way. "Is there anything you wanted?" She took his face in her hands and rasped, "Fuck me, Klaus. Just shut up and fuck me!" He needed no more coercion. Gripping her tighter, he started to thrust. Very deep and very hard. She held on to him and let him take her, moaning his name with every push, savouring the incredible lust that consumed her more and more. He slammed her hard into the wall, using the leverage to move one hand to her clit while he kept thrusting. "Yes… oh God, yes!" she cried out, drowning his loud moans. He was as completely and overwhelmingly lost in her as she was in him, and she couldn't get enough of seeing his desire. "Caroline, I can't hold back anymore… please come for me. Come, sweetheart!"

She was panting, her fingers violently stroking her sex, the images of him taking her turning her on like nothing ever had before. She had never allowed herself to actually indulge in this fantasy for more than a few seconds at a time, which made it all the more powerful now. "Klaus," she breathed passionately as she finally found her release.

She had momentarily forgotten that the object of her fantasies was blessed with a sense of hearing beyond even the supernatural.

Klaus gripped the vanity for support. He had heard her labored breathing the second he had turned off the water. His first reaction was fear – was she dreaming again? He had concentrated all of his senses on the barely audible noises from her bedroom, and within a few seconds, he had known what it was. Caroline was pleasuring herself. She was there, only a few feet away from him, her hands on her beautiful body, giving herself what he would have died a thousand deaths to give her. What he would sacrifice his undead soul to see. He was instantly hard as granite. As his senses were totally focused on her, he could even hear the little noises of her fingers gliding over her sex. By all the Gods! He was starting to feel dizzy with want, and he momentarily considered making quick work of that, but he needed to hear her finish it. The small noises increased infinitesimally, and he knew she was about to climax. Her breathing grew heavier, and he closed his eyes, being there with her, wishing he could see her face when she came. He wondered what she was thinking about, what images she was conjuring in her mind while touching herself. Another second later, she answered his unspoken question when her breaths turned into pants and a single whispered sigh left her lips and lingered in the air.

"Klaus."

His eyes popped open, and he gasped in shock. He was her fantasy? He had seen the desire in her eyes last night, admittedly, but not in a million years could he have imagined that she would actually pleasure herself thinking of him. A ball of emotions exploded inside him – happiness, desire, tenderness, overwhelming lust and an inkling of fear. What she did to him was so much stronger than anything he had ever felt that he had absolutely no idea how to handle it. What he did know was that he needed to relieve himself after all. He turned the water back on, letting it swallow any noises, and went to it. Taking her in his mind, like he always did.

A short while later, Caroline emerged from her room, confident that she could now face him without that continuously lingering tension that had been building for months, increased exponentially over those past few weeks she had been forced to spend so much time with him, and culminated in the scorching, soul-searing kisses last night. She was certain that having allowed herself to finally give in to the secret fantasy she had been harbouring for quite some time, she had managed to get it – get him – out of her system.

His door opened almost simultaneously. She took one look at him and was overrun by a wave of desire so powerful it almost knocked the breath out of her. No. Please, no. How can I want him even more now? Then she saw the look in his eyes and it hit her. He knew. He had heard. Oh. My. God. Just let me disappear. Let me die. Just let me die! A small fraction of her, namely the one between her legs, was unspeakably turned on by the thought of Klaus listening to her, watching her while she touched herself. Still, she knew her face was flaming red, and she quickly busied herself with her bag of toiletries, searching for whatever. It was clear he wasn't fooled by her bad acting, and she braced for the smug comment that was sure to follow. But he surprised her again.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured with that extra velvety voice that always made her swoon just a little bit. "I reckon you will need to feed, so I will make a quick visit to the local hospital's blood bank. Will you be all right for about ten minutes?"

He was going to give her a moment to herself? Sometimes, his ability to know what she needed and the gentlemanly behaviour it entailed was all but unsettling.

"Yes, of course," she answered quietly. "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere. I'll just take a bath and call my mom and Elena."

He smiled at her warmly. "I know. I trust you to be reasonable, love. I won't be long."

"I'll see you in a few then."

He nodded and made his way to the door when she spoke again. "Klaus?"

"Yes?"

"Be… careful, okay?"

His dumbfounded expression told her that no one had said that to him in a very long time. Then his gaze turned so gentle and tender that she felt like rushing into his arms and kissing the breath out of him.

"Anything you ask, Caroline. And may I add – you have never looked as heartbreakingly lovely as you do this morning."

And with a beautiful, genuine smile on his lips, he left.