A/N: Hey guys! Here's the next installment. Please please send reviews! I find them very helpful! However, if you're comment is that you hate Klaroline then don't bother. The next chapter after this will be Delena, however it won't affect plot so you can skip it if you want!

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Caroline's POV

I stumble up the stairs to my front door, managing to get my keys out of my purse in record time. I'm distracted while I come in the door, heading straight to my room in an alcohol infused, blood-drunk flurry. I shed my jacket and drop my purse on the ground, kicking my shoes off as I go.

My mind keeps falling back to the way Klaus's eyes lingered on my lips the whole night, and the way the heat came off his skin like I was touching him when I was still inches away. My skin feels hyper sensitive, in part from intoxication and in part from the images of Klaus dancing through my head. His lips would have been so soft against mine, especially judging the way they felt on my throat. I shudder at the memory.

A low whistle from the chair in the corner of my room sends me reeling back against the wall with unnatural speed. A picture on the wall next to me shakes, almost falling, but settling at the last minute. My eyes lock onto the intruder and I clutch the top of my dress against me, sighing with exasperation.

"I only came to make sure you arrived home safely, I didn't know there would be a midnight show," he says with a sly smile, his accent a delicious caress of the English language. I shake my head, trying to be annoyed about his intrusion. It means he saw me stumble into my room and unceremoniously start ripping off my dress. I'm standing now with my dress unzipped down the back but held up to cover my breasts. I'm still wearing a strapless bra, but that still seems too revealed.

"Maybe because there wasn't supposed to be an audience," I say, making sure to fill my voice with bitter sarcasm. I don't want him to know I'm a little happy that he's here. Instead of anger when I see him sitting there, I'm flooded with warmth from head to toe. I let my shoulders rest against the wall behind me, the tension easing out of my shoulders gradually. He watches me relax and smiles, one corner of his mouth rising further than the other side.

He stands up from the chair, walking towards me with measured, slow steps. He's watching me with a nearly predatory gaze, his eyes eventually leaving mine and trailing the line of my throat to my cleavage. I feel the muscles between my shoulder blades tighten anew and my knees feel slightly weak. He keeps getting closer until I'm pressing myself harder against the wall to get away from him. I don't really want to get away though, otherwise I would leave, or ask him to leave. Instead I stay where I am, keeping my eyes on him at all times and clutching my dress to my chest.

"It lacked passion," he says, his eyes locking with mine.

"Excuse me?" I ask, my voice husky.

"Your relationship with Tyler. It lacked passion," he says. It's a statement, and I want to deny it.

"Trust me our sex life was fine," I say, pushing away from the wall to get away from him. His hand lands on my chest, over my collarbone and sternum and he presses me back into the wall. It stills the growth of any anger that had been growing.

"Sex is something all together different. I mean the kind of passion that overrides everything else—logic, reason, rational choice. Passion that is a force that drives you, that makes you crave a person like there's nothing else that will suffice, like you might expire without the feeling of their skin, or the taste of their lips," he says, his free hand resting on the wall next to me. His body is trapping mine and the tension between us is humming like static. His words have set my mind reeling and I can feel an almost magnetic pull to touch him. His words have given me renewed motivation.

"Yes," I say, the word leaving on a breath. The kind of passion he is describing is something Tyler and I never shared. We ran on pure physical lust and friendship. His large hand that's pressed against my chest grows firmer for a moment before it slides up and rests at the base of my throat. His mouth is so close to mine and I hope he leans forward and kisses me.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he says, his mouth coming dangerously close to mine.

"No," the word slips through my lips with absolutely no conviction.

"There's only one thing that's important to me Caroline. You can hate me, you can think I'm a monster, but never, ever lie to me," he says, his hand sliding up my throat to hold my jaw. I feel my thighs tense up, the anticipation hitting me right in the stomach. I watch breathlessly as his mouth lowers to mine. I squeeze my eyes shut and enjoy the feeling of his lips pressed firmly to my own. It's a demanding kiss, like he's daring me to deny him, but I wouldn't dream of it. Not now, at least. At first there's shock, and then I feel my body flood with pleasure. I push my lips against his with equal force. He holds my face in both of his hands, kissing me with long sweeps of his lips and tongue.

Soon our mouths are battling for dominance, his hands gripping into my hair and my fingers digging into his sides. I pull his body against mine, the pressure helping relieve the fire he's setting under my skin. The top of my dress slips down and as soon as Klaus notices he pulls back, using both of his hands to push it down the rest of my body and off my legs. I'm now standing in nothing but a black, strapless bra and black, lacey boy short panties. His eyes are devouring me and I feel my nerves responding to his stare, my stomach muscles clenching like they can feel the way his gaze traces the contours of my body.

Before he can step very far back I push his jacket off his shoulders forcefully, yanking his shirt over his head as soon as his arms are free again. I take in every defined muscle I can before his lips capture mine again. His hands make a hot path down my back until they wrap around my ass, hoisting my hips up against his. Our gravity shifts and soon he's sitting on the edge of my bed with me straddling his hips. I push myself down against him, thankful when I feel a bulge in his jeans that presses against my core. It sends a torturous shock through my body that makes me gasp, and the continued lack of release is frustrating. Klaus's lips curl into a smile against mine, and once again I'm flipped. My back lands on the mattress and Klaus covers my body with his, his hips falling between my legs and his mouth taking mine with spine tingling pressure.

I push my hips up against his, desperately trying to bring myself release, hoping he'll let me just get to where I want to be. Of course I'm not that lucky. Klaus makes a point of moving his hips away from mine and I growl in frustration. I can feel him smiling against my neck as he takes his time kissing me there with rough drags of his mouth. I feel the harshness of his beard rasping against my skin as his mouth pulls down to my chest. I feel the band of my bra release and my limbs flood with electric pleasure.

I don't think this is a front-clasping bra, I think to myself, only able to care until Klaus sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pinching the other between his forefinger and thumb. Pleasure spears me through the center and I hear a whimper escape me, my hips bucking up of their own volition. I shudder when his mouth continues down over my rib cage and he starts spending some time above my belly button. He props his weight on one hand and starts his way up my inner thigh with the other. Heat is creeping through my body, from my knees and throughout my spine.

He's making such painfully slow progress up my inner thigh that I take a sharp inhale of breath when he skips the last couple of inches and presses his palm directing to my core. The pleasure blind sides me and I moan, grinding myself into his firm, hot hand. He starts rubbing his palm back and forth, the wetness soaking through my panties almost immediately.

Klaus bites his bottom lip for a moment as though he's harboring self control before leaning forward and taking my mouth with a violent edge. I grip my fingers into his hair, desperately pushing his mouth harder to mine. The sensation is everywhere, the hot feeling of his skin on mine, his hand against my core, his lips on mine. His scent in my nose. I feel his fingers pull the edge of my panties aside, and then fabric rips with seemingly no effort. He tosses them aside, pulling his mouth away from mine after nipping at my bottom lip with is blunt teeth.

His hand is against my bare core now and my stomach muscles twitch with excitement—release could be so near and my body knows it. I feel his finger slip between my folds, automatically hitting my clit and making my hips buck forward. He clenches his jaw and starts a slow, restrained massaging pace. Moans are pouring out of me easily now, and my hands are gripping the sheets. I feel like I might explode.

"My sweetest Caroline," he growls, the pace finally increasing as though he's letting go of his composure. His hand continues to work me slowly as his other hand travels over my stomach to my breasts, grabbing them with a rough hand, the sensation sending a pulse of arousal through me. He bites his lip again and I feel him push a finger into me, the pressure so delightful that I moan and writhe against him. God I need that feeling, it's incredible, the way his hand just conforms to me.

"God you're tight," he says, pushing a second finger into me and then moving them in a wave. My moans verge on animalistic for a moment while I feel myself build towards an incredibly orgasm. Suddenly he pulls his hand back, leaving me writhing and growling with frustration. I watch, completely absorbed as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks each once clean, relishing it as though it's the best thing ever. I feel myself get even wetter, biting into my bottom lip until I taste the tiniest hint of blood in my mouth.

"None of that just yet," he says with an evil grin. My nerves are all on high-alert and I feel like I'm constantly shuddering. I let the sexual frustration build and in one quick second I knock him onto his back and wrap my hand around the base of his hard length. I feel his body tense up and he tries to sit up, but I shove him back against the mattress with a demanding look. He watches me carefully, his body rigid as I lower my mouth and wrap my hot lips around his head. I feel him inhale sharply and almost growl as I take the full length of him.

He's a considerable size, but I manage to take him all the way to the base, satisfied to hear the labored breaths he's taking and the small growls that are escaping now and then. I increase my pace, letting my hand guide my mouth up and down, always to the back of my throat. His hips start to buck and I can feel his body tightening, so ready for an orgasm. I abruptly stop, releasing my grip and giving him an evil smile.

"None of that just yet," I say in a mocking tone. His hand is on my throat and my back is pinned into the bed before I have time to stop him or react. The low growl that builds in my chest is fueled by pure lust, and I desperately try to push my body towards his. The hand that isn't occupied on my throat finds my slick heat, rubbing against my sensitive clit and making me yelp and writhe.

He abruptly stands at the edge of the bed and grabs my ankles firmly, dragging me until I'm at the edge. I try to sit up but he pushes me back down, kneeling at the side of the bed and draping my thighs over his shoulders. He lets his hands rest on my hips. I watch, my eyes unable to look away as he traces the length of my core with his tongue. The pleasure shoots through the base of my spine up to my neck, making back arch and my hips flex up. Klaus grabs my hips with aggressive hands, holding them in place while he starts working me expertly with his tongue.

I reach down and grip his hair, holding his mouth against my hot core, feeling the orgasm build so close. He knows just when to slow down, though, to make the promise of climax fade away. I think my teeth are beginning to sink through my lower lip from frustration. He lets my thighs slide down his shoulders and then grabs me by the waist, scooting me to the middle of the bed.

Finally he scoots forward until my thighs are held up by his, lining himself up at my entrance. He gives me a look, almost like he's giving me an out, but all I do is push my hips against his with a desperate edge. The front door downstairs opens and we both freeze, his hardness pressing against my opening.

"Are you fucking serious?" I hiss through gritted teeth, listening to my mom's keys jingle in the foyer. Klaus growls.

"You're entirely sure you're opposed to me killing her," he says, his voice aggravated yet teasing. I slam my fist into his shoulder. Her feet start on the stairs and Klaus jumps off me, bailing out the window and off into the night. I'm disappointed that hes leaving, but I also understand what it's necessary. Sexual frustration builds in my muscles like a live wire.

It's going to be a long night.