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Today's update is a little shorter, but I hope it will make up for it in content! Light to medium smut warning! Or is it heavy smut? ;))

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

COMPLETE

Three hours later, Silv had still not awoken and they were starting to worry whether anything had gone wrong. Caroline secretly suspected that Silv was somehow waiting for Elijah to arrive, but she didn't say it aloud. The others would think she was being a romantic goof. And you are, too.

They were seated around the couch table in Elijah's room. Damon had been raiding the mini bar and Stefan had actually joined him for a change. Caroline had given them a quick summary of what she had witnessed in the dungeons, answering as many questions as she could without going into any details of Klaus' and Henrik's ordeal. Now she was absently staring at nothing in particular, her thoughts on everything Klaus had gone through today. The physical torture, the confrontation with his stepfather – and the fact that he had had to relive his nightmare twice. Once to give the vision to Mikael and once to tell Rebekah and Kol what had happened. She had no idea what shape he would be in when he returned, but one thing she did know – she would be there for him, helper syndrome be damned. She needed to be with him, needed to make sure he was all right or at least he would be at some point.

Steps on the corridor pulled her from her musings. Her heart inflated at the thought that he was finally back. That it was finally done.

A moment later, the door opened to reveal Elijah. He looked at bit worn, and his gaze immediately flashed to the couch where Silv was sprawled out. "Nothing yet?" he asked. Caroline shook her head.

"Well, it shouldn't be long now. Thank you all. Thank you for looking after her."

"Is everything…" Caroline began. "I mean, how…?"

"It is over. They are both gone for good. Rebekah and Kol agreed with us after Niklaus explained to them what this was all about. Mikael was shown no mercy, and neither was Prelati." He paused for a moment and gestured to the connecting door.

"Go to him, sister. He truly needs you now."

He looked like hell as he stood in front of her. Like a soldier returning from centuries of war, which was exactly who he was. There was a dangerous fire burning in his eyes and Caroline could almost see the violence emanating from him in waves. He was badly bruised, even if the marks on his skin had healed hours ago. His wounds were internal, and they were severe. It may have been over, but Mikael had taken his toll on Klaus and it was all beginning to crash down on him now. She saw he was on the brink of snapping and made a spontaneous decision. Taking one step forward, she started to unbutton her shirt.

"What are you doing?" he snarled, tense and looking like he was poised to fight. The unhealthy gleam in his eyes told her she was right. He needed this. He needed to remember why he had gone through all of this, and he needed to be as close to her as humanly possible. But he also needed to rampage. "Are you insane?" You can't possibly want me to make love to you now!" he almost yelled. "I could really hurt you, Caroline!" Calmly, she took another step towards him, letting her shirt glide off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra. She heard him exhale sharply as he took her in. His tension didn't ease, and Caroline knew she was playing a dangerous game. But she had to bring her man back from the verge of losing it, and if it was the last thing she ever did. For he was her man and she would go to any lengths to protect what was hers.

"No," she said, her voice steady and determined while her hands moved to her jeans, "I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me, Klaus. With everything you've got." Her voice lowered to a growl, and she felt the adrenaline rush through her as she lifted her chin and tossed the challenge at him. "Come on now. Fuck me!"

She saw his eyes darken. His lips parted, and he shook his head in a mixture of despair and ferocity. Then he flashed. She was slammed into the wall so violently that all air went out of her lungs. There was a loud tearing sound when his powerful hands ripped off her bra and tore her jeans apart. His mouth was on hers, ravenously plundering while his hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts. For a fleeting second, she wondered how he could still be this skillful even when he was almost assaulting her, but then there were no more thoughts.

Her panties were carelessly tossed aside, and his hand was between her legs instantly. She moaned deeply when he roughly stroked her clit, and even more so when three of his fingers entered her a second later. His breathing grew more and more erratic while he forcefully pushed his fingers into her. She knew she was beyond wet already – she had been the second his eyes had started to ravish her when she had taken off her blouse. It was, as she well knew, the one thing that drove him the wildest, and he needed to rage and plunder now. Wrapping one leg around his waist and stretching out both of her arms against the wall so she was as exposed to him as possible, she started to roll her hips against his pumping fingers, contracting around them, meeting his rough thrusts. He growled almost aggressively, his other hand grabbing her butt and squeezing very hard, pulling her to him each time his fingers entered her soaking wet depths, and pushing her away whenever he retreated from her. Oh Gooood!

"Ahh… Klaus…" she whimpered, "you are… this is… oh Jesus!" she exclaimed when he suddenly yanked her away from the wall and slammed her onto the sturdy wooden table, his fingers never leaving her for so much as a second, continuously thrusting. He drew her legs so far apart that they rested beyond the edges of the table. Then his fingers left her and he straightened. God, he looked dangerous… and she knew she probably shouldn't, but she loved every single minute of it. Staring down at her darkly, he shrugged out of what was left of his shirt. Moving closer, he rested his hands on her thighs. His voice sounded menacing when he spoke.

"Touch yourself, Caroline. And never once take your eyes off my face."

She almost choked. Her face flaming red, she searched his eyes, and what she saw was raw, animal desire. Plus the little unhealthy gleam. It was all it took for her to put the last little traces of embarrassment aside. So if that was what he wanted, he would have it. And more than you bargained for, Klaus.

Her hands began to move. She started by caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples and squeezing them between her thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened slightly, and her breathing became deeper. He stared at her, biting his lip, his fingers unconsciously moving against her thighs. She let one of her hands slide downwards, and she could see his gaze follow her movement. The instant she cupped her sex, he drew a sharp breath and his fingers dug into her flesh. Ah, there was the arousal she loved so much… More of that, Caligula?

She let one finger run slowly up and down the length of her core, reveling in his growling moan. His hands moved to his belt, and he started to undo his pants when she let one finger slide inside herself. "Fuck," he panted, and she loved the sound of it with that eerie undertone, "you are going to make me come just from watching you! Stop it, Caroline. This instant!"

"No," she hissed, sounding almost as aggressive as he did. But she was turned on beyond imagination now and she wanted to see more of this dark kind of passion. He was so hot when he was being all Big Bad Hybrid. "You wanted it. Now you'll watch it." He groaned, his hands unsteady while he removed his belt. But he never looked away from her moving fingers. His eyes widened when her finger slid to her clit and she started to pleasure herself. He had somehow managed to get rid of his torn pants, and he was as rock-hard as ever. The sight of his very ready cock aroused her even more, and her fingers started to move faster against herself. Then she let her other hand glide towards her sex and stopped stroking her clit for an instant. The desperate lust in his eyes made her completely ruthless, and all she wanted was for him to go berserk with desire for her. Her hands found the insides of her thighs, and she pushed her legs as far apart as she could manage. Then she moved her hands back to her sex, one finger stroking her clit, another dipping into her soaking wet center.

He stood before her, hypnotized, gasping for air.

"See?" she panted, glorying in the feeling that she was the one giving him the overwhelming lust that was so dominating on his face now, "This is what you do to me, Klaus. When I touch myself, when I close my eyes … it is always you."

With a moan that was more of a cry, he pulled her hands away and buried himself in her as deeply as he never had before. Caroline's head dropped back onto the table when he started to take her, rough and very, very hard. She yanked up her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the table, her hands gripping her own ankles and pulling them up further, completely opening herself for him. Oh yes! This was what she wanted, this was what he needed. He did what she had asked him to do. He fucked her. And at the same time, he somehow made love to her. It was perfect. Divine.

His thrusts grew more and more violent, and with the minuscule part of her brain that was left functioning, Caroline wondered for an instant how any woman in the world could ever want to be ravished by any other man. Suddenly, he pulled out of her. His beautiful, ridiculously gifted mouth was on her clit the very same instant, taking, devouring, licking, sucking. His hands covered hers on her ankles when his tongue slipped between her folds and started to roll inside her while his face moved over her sex. Caroline knew she was going to scream his name within the next ten seconds when his mouth was gone and his arms came around her back, lifting her from the table. He kissed her heatedly while both of his hands raced down to her core, his two index fingers invading her at the same time. YesYesYes! For one second, his fingers curled inside her, making her throw her head back and grip the table for support. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes, and her breath stopped at what she saw. The bad insanity was completely gone, replaced with nothing but pure and untainted lust.

Her Klaus was back.

With a wicked smile, he shook his head at her once as if he had been reading her mind. Then he turned her around, pushing her onto the table rather roughly so that her upper body came to rest on it, her feet on the ground. He ran his hands along her thighs, pushing her legs apart, stroking and kneading her butt and… oh… tracing his tongue along the entire length of her spine, sending bone-deep shivers all though her body. Suddenly, he let a finger glide over the length of her core, briefly slipping it inside her, making them both moan again. Then he finally gripped her hips and entered her in one powerful yet languid thrust. Caroline's eyes widened at the sensation, and even more so at the beautiful, shaky moan it pulled from him. It turned out to only be the first in a long series of increasingly loud moans, only rivaled by the sounds of her own. She had never heard this kind of wanton noise from herself… but oh God, how she loved this! It was erotic, fast and utterly intense. Without a warning, his fingers slipped between her legs, and he massaged her clit in time with every single one of his thrusts. His other hand pulled up her torso until she was almost standing upright. The sensation of him behind her, inside her, one hand stroking her clit and the other now covering her breast was almost too much to bear. This is heaven, but I swear I can hear the devil moaning, she thought incoherently. Her hands reached behind her for his backside, pulling him closer, enforcing his thrusts as much as she could.

"Caroline," he whispered breathlessly, "you are so perfect for me. Gods, how perfect!"

Her heart exploded. And she felt all of her insides tighten. "Don't stop. Please don't stop!"

He growled, as close to release as she was. "You will look into my eyes as you come!" He pulled out of her and grabbed her waist, turning her towards him and lowering them both onto the floor at the same time. She was about to straddle him as he quickly pinned her beneath him. "No," he muttered hoarsely, "this time it is me taking you, my beautiful, deliciously shameless love."

She smiled back at him challengingly. "So take what's yours, Klaus."

"Let me hear that again."

She bent her knees and swiftly pulled him into her, making them both whimper. "I said," she sighed with fierce determination as she started to brazenly move underneath him, "that I belong to you and you alone, Klaus Mikaelson. Body, heart and soul."

Klaus froze, and Caroline's heart swelled at the helpless wonder in his lovely eyes. He leaned down to kiss her with unbearable softness, his hands cradling her face. His tenderness was all the more powerful after their earlier frenzy, making an almost painful sensation of sweetness flow all through her. God, how I adore this man! He began to slowly move inside her, his motions quickening after a few leisurely thrusts. The wonder never left his face. How could he still be unsure of his hold on her, after all the times she had shown him… that there would never be another man again? She realized she would have to make him believe. He started to take her harder again, and the tingling inside her began… spreading from her core all over her body, making her shudder with pleasure. He was moaning heavily now, his eyes locked with hers. Caroline knew she would never get enough of the way he looked at her, but she forced herself to hold back. She needed to give him something beyond lovemaking tonight. He had to understand that she was prepared to give him everything, forever, and not because he asked for it or took it by force.

There it was, the moment she had been waiting for – he was turning again. Caroline stared at Klaus with all the endless love and desire she felt for him and moved her head to the side, brushing her tangled curls away, completely exposing her neck.

"No," he managed to growl. "No!"

"Oh yes," she hissed, passion, want and emotion blazing out of her eyes and voice, "you will do it. Because it is what I want. Because you know it is what you want. Because I am yours, and you will claim me for all eternity, here and now!" She gasped when he slammed into her again, and then she lifted herself onto her elbows, her face an inch from his, her eyes burning.

"You were not the first, Klaus. But by God, you will be the last."

Her last words almost drowned in his agonized moan. "I shouldn't… my love… but I can't… resist… Gods!" he grated incoherently before he surrendered and sank his razor-sharp fangs into her neck.

If Caroline thought she had known what lust was, she had been utterly mistaken. There were no words for this. He was relentlessly pumping into her, his fangs buried in her neck, his tongue licking the drops of blood that were spilling over. His moans were deeper and more urgent than ever before as he greedily drank from her. "My… addiction," he managed to choke out in a mixture of a whisper and a groan before delving into her again. She was being pulled into a spiral of ecstasy so powerful it made her rasp his name over and over again until she nearly lost it. And then he grabbed her head and pulled her to his neck. The instant her fangs sank into his vein and she tasted his sweet, sinful blood, she came. And oh, how she came! There were no sounds left in her universe other than her moans and his desperate cries against her neck when she felt him explode inside her. Her blood swilled into his mouth in a wave and the sensation of belonging, of being one half of the whole, raced all through her body and mind.

Klaus lifted his face from her neck, eyes sparkling, lips red, blood streaming from his mouth. A single word erupted from the depths of his being.

"Mine."

His arms didn't support his weight anymore and he all but collapsed. She held on to him, knowing she would drown if she ever let go.

After a while, when her frantic breathing had subsided, her fingers inconspicuously touched her neck. There it was. She was truly and irrevocably his.

Klaus smiled against her shoulder, letting his joy engulf him.

He was complete.

Hope you enjoyed! ;)

Now, another quick note. We have three more chapters plus epilogue to go (might even be four chapters as I am considering splitting one of them into two, for it has almost 9.000 words). I just want to give a heads-up to those who are not into the mellow stuff, aka fluff: The upcoming chapters will be all about Klaus and Caroline. Aka fluff. :)

Cheers!

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