Hello dearies, this is a very cool update for me today... am on a business trip to the US and finally, finally, the bloody inflight WiFi is functioning properly, so I'm uploading at 36.000 feet, right over Greenland! This is just brilliant! I feel like hopping up and down on my seat, but the guy next to me is looking so stern... behaaaave! Well, I should actually be working, but then again, one has to prioritize, right? ;)

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Today's chapter was originally part of yesterday's (Euphoria), but it would have ended up being way too long. Therefore, a few more 'first night' shenanigans! Hope you'll enjoy!

THANKS GUYS!

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

JUST NIKLAUS

Caroline was totally spent. Klaus was lying next to her, both of them on their sides, and they were holding each other so tightly she could hardly breathe. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he had buried his face in the curve of her neck. None of them had spoken a word. Caroline's eyes were closed, and she listened to his steady breathing, letting her fingers stroke his back ever so softly. She could have easily stayed like this with him for weeks. In this moment, nothing mattered to her but the man in her arms. She shut the world out and held him, somehow sensing that he needed a moment of silence. There was some kind of struggle going on inside him, she could tell by the way he held on to her so fiercely. It almost felt like he was… scared. So am I, Klaus. I'm terrified. You are incredibly intense and complicated, but I know I can deal with that. It actually makes me feel more alive than ever. But after this, I am no longer sure I could deal with losing you, and it scares the living daylights out of me.

Klaus felt her snuggle even closer to him and instinctively tightened his hold on her. He was a complete mess. Yes, the sex had been fantastic beyond his wildest expectations, and just thinking about it made him insanely hungry for more. But he had no explanation for his bizarre loss of control. Never once during his countless sexual trysts had anything like this happened. He had always been in far greater control of his vampire side than anyone else, and since he had perfected his hold over himself centuries ago, he only ever turned when he wanted to. Until tonight.

Klaus pressed a light kiss to the curve of her shoulder and heard her sigh. The moment he had lost it had been very strange. Something had clicked inside his head, and all there had been left was an overwhelming need to take, to plunder, an indescribable craving to absorb, to possess everything that was her. At that very moment, he had not even felt the surge of panic that usually washed over him when he sensed he was not in ultimate charge of a situation. Still, some deeply buried instinct had prevented him from going too far, even when he had been so... brutal. There was no other word. He had no idea how she could still hold him the way she did after this. It was no way to bed a woman for the first time. He was bloody well fit for bedlam! The deliciously intimate moment they were sharing now was doing nothing to alleviate his worries either. He had never allowed anything like this out of principle, with any woman, but he was already so much closer to her than he had ever been to any other woman, and he had held her so many times by now that it just came naturally. Gods, how he loved to hold her! He just hadn't been able to help himself. The second his orgasm had faded, he had pulled her to him and locked her securely in his arms. Her arms had come around him almost as tightly, and the way she tenderly stroked his back made him feel warm and cherished. He reveled in that momentary illusion of pure happiness.

Then, mobilizing his last remaining bit of willpower, he tried to fight down the feeling. He should never, absolutely never allow himself to hope for what he deep down craved so desperately. If he let himself believe for only a second that this beautiful, sexy, vibrant creature of light could even consider being his for keeps, he would never be able to tear her out of his chest again. And he would not recover from that hope. She would make him vulnerable. Then he closed his eyes. Who was he kidding anyway? He was already hoping. And he already was beyond vulnerable. The thought of losing her made him sick to his core.

And he needed to apologize. Their first night together was supposed to have been about her needs, her desires, and he had behaved like a bloody lunatic, ravishing her the way he had. His thoughts whirled around his loss of control again. What had been so different from all the other times he had had sex? He tried to put everything else aside and concentrated on the question. And then it hit him. For the first time ever since he was turned, it had been him who had had sex. Not the Original, the Hybrid, the billionaire, the aristocrat, the soldier, the most powerful being on Earth. It had just been him. Niklaus. The man. His eyes popped open, and it was all he could do not to gasp. The man in him had lost control because he had given something of himself for the first time in a millennium, and his only way to channel this new sensation had been to escape into the beast he was most of the time. Talk about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He squeezed his eyes shut again. He knew he would never hurt Caroline, even when he turned – there had been no urge whatsoever to inflict pain or anything of the sort – but still, he needed to work on getting a grip. Had he been less selfish, he would probably do the right thing and not touch her again until he had found a way to control himself. But he couldn't. Not for the life of him. She was a necessity, and now that he had touched her, felt her, tasted her…

"Caroline?" he asked softly.

"Yes?"

"I am sorry."

She disentangled her arms from around his body and moved back to look at him. The loss of her warmth made him almost beg for her to come back into his arms, and with that came a stab of fear.

"There are a lot of things you should be sorry for, but would you care to explain why you think you need to apologize right now?"

He dropped onto his back and ran a hand through his hair. Caroline felt the urgent need to pull him into her arms again and soothe all of his inexplicable anxiety, but she didn't move.

"This was not how it should have happened. Somehow I… I lost control. It was never my intention to frighten you, love, and I am so sorry for not having given you what you deserve, the way you deserve it. I have no excuse." He had not looked at her since he had started to speak.

Caroline was speechless. He is kidding, right?

"Okay, and what exactly do I deserve to be given, in your book?"

Finally, he looked at her again, then took her hand and gently kissed her fingers. "You deserve to be treated with finesse, Caroline. You deserve to be given elegance and skill, not harshness and blind abandon. A bottle of Krug and a somewhat more suitable setting should also have played a role in that scenario. Believe it or not, I am not usually that much of a brute. Well, at least not in the bedroom."

Caroline tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit her at the word 'usually'. To imagine him in some other woman's arms, doing all those incredible things he had done to her, was unbearably painful. She shook off the thought and pushed herself onto her knees, her hands on her hips. Can he really be this thick? I don't like the Edward Cullen routine here!

"You listen to me, Mikaelson," she said sternly, inwardly smiling at seeing his lips twitch. "I always thought you were one of the smarter people in the world, but I stand corrected. I can't believe you are seriously apologizing for giving me the most incredibly amazing sexual experience anyone has ever had. Shut up," she hissed when he started to speak, his eyes incredulous.

"Has it occurred to you that you did everything just right? That I might actually fancy what you did to me, the way you did it? Has it crossed your usually brilliant mind that nothing has ever turned me on like seeing you lose control with me like that?" He had fallen completely silent. She caught her breath and continued.

"Klaus, do I seriously have to tell you this? Could you really have failed to see how you made me feel?"

He stared at her earnest face and unthinkingly reached for her, pulling her onto his chest, cradling her in his arms. He couldn't say anything. His throat was tight, and a dull ache was burning inside him. Something told him she had meant every single word, but he refused to let himself be touched by what she said. Or at least that was what he tried to make himself believe.

Caroline melted against him. She knew she wasn't going to get an answer, but his arms around her told her she had been right. He was going through some kind of emotional wringer, and she didn't want that for him now. This was their first night together, and it should be all lust and laughter and fun. There was more than enough angst and worry awaiting them in plain daylight. Get him back into Sex on Legs mode. Just the thought made her shiver with anticipation.

"Well," she grinned at him, imitating his accent, "it would seem a demonstration is in order. That is, if your very, and I mean very advanced age allows it."

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully, immediately catching on her mood. "You will need to be very gentle with me. I'm just a frail old man, sweetheart, and with a temperamental young thing like yourself... well, I might actually have a seizure when doing this," he snickered, pulling her up and covering her breast with his mouth.

Caroline gasped in surprise. He was really quick. Her gasps turned into moans as his talented tongue feasted on her breast. He lowered her onto the bed, never releasing her from his teasing mouth. Both of his hands now cupped the breast his tongue was already devouring, and Caroline felt herself contract when his lips and teeth started to apply more pressure to her hardening nipple. Her hand found its way into his hair, and she pulled his head even closer. He stifled a moan against her, and she felt another flash of desire at the sound. Tell him, Caroline.

"Klaus…" she whispered breathlessly, cupping his cheek. He lifted his eyes to hers with a very sexy smile.

"Can I… ask for something?"

"Anything you want. It's yours." You.

"I want to hear you." She knew she was blushing scarlet. She seemed to be blushing a lot tonight. "Please don't hold back on me. And please don't try to be controlled. Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want me."

Klaus stopped breathing for an instant. His heart clenched again, and he closed his eyes for a second.

"I admit that I am a bit surprised that you like things to get loud and rough," he whispered hoarsely.

"I didn't use to," she said, licking her lips. "But I recently discovered that I like it when you are being loud. And rough. It's incredibly sexy, and even when you are being rough, you are still so gentle with me. Yeah, I know it sounds weird."

He smiled broadly, still a bit shaken but smug nonetheless. "I will do my very best, my little one. So, where was I when I was so sweetly interrupted?"

His mouth closed over her breast again, and Caroline's head fell back. One of his hands sought her other breast, and she just surrendered to the sensations his mouth and tongue provoked. She pulled his head to her again, which earned her another deep growl from Klaus.

After a while, her hand inconspicuously sneaked downwards. He was apparently too lost to notice, so Caroline took advantage of his distraction and ran two fingers along the length of his very ready cock. He groaned and wanted to grab her hand again, but she was quicker this time. She pushed him onto the mattress, blocking both of his arms with one of hers so he couldn't reach her other hand. He could have overpowered her in the blink of an eye, but Caroline was sure he didn't really want to stop her. She caressed his cock very softly, marveling at how velvety it felt to her touch. She gently took him in her hand and started to slowly move all the way along his hard length. After a moment, she began to exert a little more pressure and let her fingers play while she kept moving up and down. She felt Klaus' eyes on her and looked up at him. His gaze was dark with desire, and his lips were parted. She felt his hand in her hair and yelped when he suddenly pulled hard to tilt her head back.

"You do want to drive me insane, don't you, Caroline?" he growled, leaned forward and kissing her open mouth hard. She looked at him defiantly, passion blazing from her eyes.

"Yes. As insane as you are driving me."

Klaus groaned softly and released her hair. "Be careful what you wish for, my love."

She gave him a wicked smile and started to sinuously slide down his body, kissing his chest, his stomach, his hips. He moaned quietly, but when she let her tongue glide towards his cock in her hand, he jerked up.

"Caroline…"

"You are only allowed to either moan or scream my name from now on, Klaus. Otherwise… shut it." She felt drunken on her own power, and it was a great feeling. He dropped back onto the bed, and she tentatively placed a very soft kiss on the tip of his cock, letting her tongue circle it once. She saw his hands grip the sheet and she loved it.

Her tongue ran along one side of his length while her hand caressed the other, mirroring the motions. On the way back up, she left a trail of little open-mouthed kisses, her fingers moving in sync with her lips. Her tongue circled the head once more before she slid him deep into her mouth. His moan was almost painful, and the sound all but made her come. She ran her lips up and down his beautiful cock, never once stopping the movement of her tongue. He was panting heavily, staring down at her now, and she felt exhilarated. Why don't you try that thing you read about the other day? She ran her tongue over the tip a few times, and then, covering her teeth with her lips, she sucked his entire length into her mouth, moaning deeply around him. The effect was dramatic, to put it mildly. Klaus' groan was almost a scream, and his back flew off the bed. He gasped for air, staring at her with a mixture of absolute lust and disbelief.

"Gods, Caroline," he panted, "what…" At that moment, she drew him into her mouth again, and this time, he did cry out. He pulled her off him and crushed his mouth to hers, his hands ravenously plundering her hair, her face, her back. His moans made her dizzy, and the hunger of their hands on each other was overwhelming.

Caroline pushed him forward until he was resting with his back against the headboard. She had no idea where all her initiative and boldness came from, but it made her feel alive. He made her feel alive. Taking his head into her hands, she kissed him deeply, leaving them both breathless again.

"I want you so badly, my love," he murmured roughly. "Now."

She smiled and bit her lip while she straddled him. Her eyes locked with his as she lowered herself onto him, taking him deep into her. A long, throaty moan escaped her the moment she felt him fill her completely. When she started to stir, he held her in place.

"Don't move." His arms came around her and he pressed her to his body, holding her as tightly as he could. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek against his. Never in her entire life had she felt this close to anyone, both physically and emotionally. They stayed motionless, entangled in each other, breathing each other in. "Niklaus," she whispered, tightening her arms around him. She felt him stiffen. Had she gone too far, using his full name? It had just happened, and it sounded so perfect to her right in this moment. Then she sensed his hand in her hair, pressing her cheek closer to his, his other hand softly stroking her back. Heaven help me. I am falling harder and harder. How can he be this lovely?

Slowly, she started moving again, and this time he let her, though still holding her close and guiding her movements. Everything inside her tingled and seemed to sparkle as her hips delicately rose and fell. Their sighs filled the room like soft music, and Caroline felt like crying at the beauty of it all. Moving her cheek away from his, she locked her fingers at the back of his neck and looked at him. Her breath caught at the intensity in his eyes.

Klaus couldn't believe any of what was happening to him. Her tenderness, the way her eyes were filled with longing and desire whenever she looked at him, their incredible closeness… it was all completely foreign to him. And then she had breathed his full name. It had touched him deeply, making him think that somewhere deep down, she knew she was being with him. Just him. Gods, how he never wanted to let this angel leave his side again, but… No. All buts could wait until the morning. Now was the time to give his Caroline all the pleasure she deserved – without any loss of control this time, he hoped.

He held her back firmly and bent her upper body. His other hand moved from her hair to cup her breast, squeezing it lightly. Pulling a moan from her, his lips closed over her exposed nipple and his tongue flicked across it forcefully. He felt her contract around him and groaned loudly. Her hips moved a little more determinedly at the sound. Oh, how he loved the way she reacted to him!

Caroline wanted more, and she wanted it now. Gripping the headboard with both hands, she took him even deeper inside of her and started to use the newfound leverage to move on his lap in sinful circles, varying her speed. She cried out when his strong hands gripped her buttocks and pushed her onto him harder. Reinforcing her hold on the headboard, she let her torso fall backwards and only moved her hips, keeping the rest of her body steady. She had never done anything like this before, and the pure lust flowing through her was intoxicating. Then, in the blink of an eye, she found herself pinned to the mattress. A mischievous gleam in his eyes, he swiftly dipped his head between her legs and licked her length with that mind-blowing passion of his. Her legs started thrashing, and instead of holding them down, he let her move freely, meeting her every motion with his mouth. He moaned against her, and it had the exact same effect as earlier – it drove her mad. She writhed under him, feeling the orgasm build inside her like a tidal wave. His fingers parted her lips, his tongue moving ever more determinedly, swirling and licking like he was tasting ambrosia.

The split second she was about to come, his mouth was gone and he slammed into her.

"Hell, Klaus!" she cried in a frenzy, tearing her eyes open. He had turned again, and he was as completely caught in their mating as he had been the first time. She watched, fascinated, her own ecstasy mirrored in his dark, twisted face. More.

Caroline wrapped her legs around him, spreading her arms out on the bed, exposing herself to him fearlessly. The way he took her with such strength and determination was exactly what she had always wanted, not that she had ever realized that before. And now she needed him to lose his fear of going too far with her. He never could.

Her hands went to Klaus' face, touching the blackened veins under his yellow eyes, and her voice was dripping with desire when she demanded, "As hard as you can." He made a sound that came dangerously close to a sob, but there wasn't the slightest hesitation. He gave her what they both craved, working them into complete delirium. "Caroline," he growled when they were both finally reduced to nothing but damp flesh, helpless groans and uncontrolled shivers. His fangs were receding, but his eyes were still yellow. His voice was a mere rasp. "I… need to… see you give yourself to me."

His words were the final push it took to send her over the edge. "For you, Niklaus," she moaned in abandon, as her orgasm crashed over her and took the last remains of reality away.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered before he let himself follow. Her words echoed in his mind, making his release sweeter than any other he had ever experienced.