Well here is chapter three, I hope you like it.

It was hard for me to write it because there could have been two ways to go with how it ended and I chose the safer route. What the hell was I thinking? Enjoy

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"Are you sure?" He touched her cheek, rubbing his thumb lovingly over her skin, staring into her eyes.

They were sitting in the back of his car, deep in the woods. It was homecoming night and instead of going to the dance, Klaus decided that they wouldn't. They had talk about it enough and even if she was ready. He was not, but now he was.

Caroline looked at him, smiling, nodding. She let the straps of her tank slide off her arms, letting it pool around her waist. She hadn't wore a bra so her breast were on display and all Klaus could do was stare, before he reached out to cup them in his large hands.

She moaned, tilting her head back, before setting herself to look back at him with curious cautious eyes.

He wrapped an arm around her, adjusting her in the seat, letting the calm soft rock that paid fuel him. He let it move him as he laid her out in the seat, setting himself between her legs, hating the cramped space but he dealt with it. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, arching her back, brushing her breast against his shirt.

"Klaus, I love you so much."

He kissed her cheek, whispering soft smoothing words in her ear as he moved his other hand underneath her skirt, playing with the material there.

"I love you, Caroline. Don't forget that, ever."

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Klaus pushed forward with all his might, his hands gripping the couch so tightly that they ached, but he had not cared. Her walls were binding him to her. He had remembered how tight she always used to be when they were together, but had forgotten how tight they were. It was like a vice grip embrace that he couldn't get out of.

"Fuck, Caroline!" She was spread before him, arching her back, the pillow rested underneath her buttocks for deeper penetration. She felt the tip of him brush against her G-spot. She shook uncontrollably. She had forgotten his size. Tyler's was not even close to him. Her nails raked down his arms. He growled deeply from within his chest, his eyes set on her as hers set on him. She parted her lips, letting her tongue peek out of her mouth before pulling it back in to bite and tug on her bottom lip.

"Don't do that." He moaned to her, pulling back his hips, letting just the tip of him be hugged by her folds before he surged again, his thick cock stretching her wider than before better than she had remembered. She felt her walls clench around him, reminding him of what she could do to him.

And he smirked, chuckling softly as he stood up straighter, pushing himself up with him still inside to show her what he could do.

He bent over a little, grabbing at her legs and holding them by her ankles, looking down at her, hovering over her with pure darkness in his eyes as he threw her legs over his shoulder, grinning, his arms scooping underneath her back to pull her to him. She brushed her lips against his, catching onto his bottom lip with her teeth and pulled, holding it there.

"Minx." It was all he said before he moved his hands to her hips, gripping her there as he stood back up, and eye fucked her down. "You won't like the outcome of this, Forbes."

She found herself stunned. He didn't know and part of her was glad. He'd pull out of her and be disgusted with himself.

"Bring it, Nik." She grinned, letting her tongue slide along her lips.

He held her still before he began to move, thrusting into her with erupted power that she trembled each time they met and whimpered when he pulled away.

The position had changed her perception. Her G-spot was hit each time he entered her. And each time it had, it had rocked her closer to the edge.

He noticed the changed in her though. She wasn't as she used too.

She'd be clawing his arms and digging her heels in till he could barely stand anymore. He wondered what happened, but dare didn't say a word. He continued to react. He could always talk to her later, if Tyler wasn't a douche and stayed with his girlfriend, Vickie, the one he had been telling him about on the drive over.

"Klaus, turn us over. I want to ride you." She sounded ecstatic, but not as before. She would moan it in his ear and bite on his ear lobe.

She had changed.

He moved them over; sitting down on the couch, removing her legs off his shoulders so she could relax, straddle him comfortably. She gripped the edges of the couch, digging in her nails as she rocked her hips into him, whipping her hair back and forth, throwing it to and fro, closing her eyes, not wanting to look at him.

Klaus tilted his head back. He didn't want to look at her, not because his notice in her changes, but because he couldn't.

Something was odd about Caroline Forbes. She wasn't the same. He wasn't completely stupid. People changed all the time, but the way then and her now. He didn't like it.

It wasn't her.

He set his hands on her hips and rocked her along him, groaning in pure satisfaction. Her walls hadn't changed. They were still tight, gripping him so deeply; he'd thought she'd pop his lower half, off.

"Caroline, you will look at me." He reached around, grabbing at her hair, tugging on it for her to look at him. She groaned her eyes wide for a moment. She moaned soon after. "I never found myself so disgusting for you to not look at me, Caroline. But you will." He growled at her, pushing her forehead against his, holding her there as he stared into her bright blues, thrusting his hips up.

She closed her eyes, breaking herself from his gaze. She couldn't let herself linger.

Klaus noticed it. She was usually like this when she was trying to say something because either she was too occupied as of now or she didn't want to say it, but it would come out of her mouth.

He stopped moving. He couldn't fuck her like this. Her emotions were always put first before anyone's.

"Caroline?" He grabbed her cheeks, running his thumbs over her flesh. "Talk to me, what's wrong?"

A small tear ran down her cheek. She sniffled, opening her wet eyes because he remembered her moods. She had assumed that he had forgotten.

"This isn't real, Klaus." She sighed, giving in, letting it all pour out from her, hating herself because she ruined the moment between them, but secretly didn't care that she did. She was tired of fronting and when it came down to it. She could be real with him, completely vulnerable.

"This is just a dream and I want to wake up now. Please, let me wake up."

And with her still nestled inside of her, she leaned forward wrapping her arms around his neck and cried within in his chest. And he did nothing. He cradled her close to him, rubbing her back soothing and found himself not angry, not at the fact that she was crying during the mating, but because she assumed he wasn't real.

That was the thing that hurt the most.