Hey guys! First and foremost I want to say thank you for reading! I really adore writing this story and instead of waiting forever to update, I wanted to hurry and write this one before I became uninspired. The season finale is tomorrow and you know how that goes with being uninspired if certain things happen, so before the season finale, I at least wanted to get out chapter three.

So review and enjoy!

Song for this chapter, Foals - Spanish Sahara!

"Caroline... Caroline..."

Hearing the faint whispers in the distance, Caroline's gaze remained on Klaus, searching his face with a puzzled look behind her eyes.

Someone was trying to wake her, and although it got her attention just enough to become an annoying buzz she couldn't ignore, she stroked his cheek gingerly.

Enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her finger tips, she wiped the blood that stained his lips.

"I can hear someone calling me...," she warned before continuing, "I think they're trying to wake me."

When he said nothing, she gazed at his lips. As Caroline inched closer, the whites of her eyes became darker, giving in to the allure of her own blood as the veins just above her cheeks darkened, forcing her to give in to her own monstrous nature.

"Don't let me go," she said, hoping that the calling in the distance would fail against him keeping her there just as she wanted.

The thought of leaving him, in that moment, in that setting, made her hate the reality of it all.

It wasn't real, and as much as she hated to admit it, this was all a dream.

A dream created by the want and need they had for one another.

As Caroline brought herself to question it, she forced the thought out of her head. The last thing she wanted was to have a moment like this and ruin it with her questions of how it was happening, or where it would lead them.

He said they were dreaming, but dreaming, together.

Did this mean if he woke up he'd remember? Or would he simply forget it all happened?

Would she remember?

Caroline had a choice, it seemed, though despite enjoying all that happened in her dreaming state, she knew that once it was all over, the guilt would force her to regret it all.

Regret Klaus.

Regret the dreams.

And regret her free will to do just as she pleased when it came to being in his presence.

As her own thoughts consumed her, the buzz got louder, forcing her mind to stay clear of what would happen when she woke up.

Sighing against him, Caroline teased her lips against his. As she allowed their lips to brush against one another lightly, she exhaled, simply enjoying the closeness they shared while her nose brushed against his, causing a sensual feeling to creep it's way up her spine.

The way he made her feel just then reminded her of how she felt when he saved her.

Not once, but twice, he allowed his arms to secure her just enough to feel the nerve shattering tingles all over her body.

In that moment, Caroline felt as if she were at peace.

There she was, in the arms of the man that promised to show her the world, and although she was trapped in Mystic Falls in reality, she knew that in this moment and in this time, she was being shown more than she ever imagined.

Just by his kiss, his touch, and the feelings she could sense coming off of him.

The flickering of a few candles around them caused the room to have a tantalizingly alluring glow, forcing her to give in to hidden desires buried deep inside her.

As it ate, clawed, and tore it's way to the surface, Caroline allowed herself a quick taste of the blood still running down the corner of his mouth.

It was hers, from her body, though the thrill of tasting herself on him increased her appetite, forcing her to attack his lips in a ravenous fashion as if it would be the last bit of blood she would get the chance of consuming.

Feeling the blood drip down her neck from the open wound he caused, Caroline knew that had this been her real world, the thought of not healing from a hybrids bite would scare her, forcing her to panic until he feed her the blood pumping through his own veins, but since it was a dream, playing on every fantasy they had, she ignored it and captured his bottom lip between her teeth.

Listening to a single moan from him as it filled a room buried in silence, Caroline gazed at him lustfully.

"Let's make it count," he said, finally breaking his own silence as he picked her up in one swift motion and laid her down just as fast on the floor that sat directly underneath their feet.

Caroline let out a squeal as she felt a little caught off guard but aroused by his quick change of position.

No longer were they standing within each others arms, because now, she laid beneath him, watching with her legs slightly open as he ripped the clothes from her hungrily- forcefully, wanting to free her from the hold it had on her.

"Caroline... Caroline, wake up!"

As the annoy buzz returned, Caroline tried her hardest to ignore it, hoping to enjoy the necessary roughness he had with her.

Closing her eyes and clearing her mind, she felt him continue to rip her out of the confining walls of her garments, giving her exactly what she wanted as the opening of her legs invited him in, forcing him to give into all the temptation that burned deep inside the both of them.

Taking in the glow of the room from the candles, dim light, and flames from the fire place she only just noticed, Caroline exhaled.

With no regard for her clothing, Klaus ripped everything, leaving her bare skin, breast, stomach, thighs, everything- exposed to him for the taking.

"Klaus," she whispered faintly as she relaxed herself against the clothes that still covered the back of her as if it were a coat, rather than a perfectly tailored dressed that it once was.

With the call of his name, Caroline forced his eyes to move to her face. As he took in the beauty of her true face that was often hidden, he lowered himself down onto her.

"You're beautiful," he said, brushing the strands of hair from her face and enjoying all that was laid before him as she thanked his charming words with a gentle bite of her lower lip and a slight blush.

Studying her features- her eyes, mouth, and veins that coated a bit of her skin, Caroline urged him to continue as she did the same.

"Make love to me."

He obliged.

Klaus lowered himself, allowing his lips to make it's very own path from her lips, to her chin, and slowly right down to her breast.

As he teased each of them with kisses, forcing Caroline to arch herself into him, yearning to feel him closer, his teeth sank into the top of her right breast while rubbing the bare skin of her left.

Enjoying the way he brought her a delicious amount of pleasure and pain, Caroline moaned.

It was hard to ignore that buzzing, but as he continued and worked himself down the rest of her body, forcing her to beg him for some sort of release, the buzz became faint as if it no longer existed.

Caroline loved the way he felt, feeding his ear with continuous moans and encouragements to go on.

He listened as he kissed and teased the inside of her thigh with his tongue, lips, and teeth.

As he played dangerously close to the place that craved his attention the most, Caroline looked down to him.

Everything.

All of this.

Felt so real that she found it harder to believe that it was nothing more than a fantasy.

Was he actually like this, or was it nothing more than something she dreamed up? Watching him, she could only wonder. Though suddenly, she cried out as his incisors sank deep into her inner thigh.

"Oh, god..." Her words were so soft that she was sure they went unheard even as she continued. "I need..."

Unable to speak as she wanted, Caroline realized that by his touch alone, she would be just as satisfied, and despite needing a release, she said nothing and allowed him to continue at his own pace.

However, just as she felt herself getting comfortable, he grabbed her quickly, and in one shift motion, she was pulled on top of him.

As they kissed and held onto each other, Caroline's ripped dress coated them as it draped over his legs.

Their pace began to speed up, causing her to rip at his clothes just as he did hers. Though, by the time the last button on his shirt had popped, he was deep inside her, forcing their bare chests to meet once and for all.

As their bodies collided, securing each of them in places they wanted to be, their duet of moans filled the room.

"Caroline," he said, calling out to her as they sat their gaze at one another.

With intense eyes, he lured her in, forcing her to kiss him as if she had just been compelled.

From his temple, to his nose and cheek, Caroline felt the warmth emanating from his skin.

As her fingers roamed through his hair, she rode him with passion, with lust, hoping for it to never end.

When she felt him move deeper into her as he'd thrust upward, she cried out against his lips.

"Don't stop, Nik. Please," she begged, enjoying how their bodies connected with ease as if this were the way they truly belonged.

Enjoying him, all of him, Caroline decided to taste him just as he did her, sinking her teeth into his neck.

Klaus pulled her closer and dug his fingers into her back as they helped each other near their release.

As his thrust became somewhat uncontrollable, Caroline pulled her teeth from his flesh and kissed him roughly as she rode out the orgasm that quickly approached and burned through her entire body.

Shortly after, Klaus jerked beneath her as they both feverishly rode out the intense feeling they shared.

Kissing him lazily, Caroline allowed him to taste his blood against her lips before pulling away and enjoying the animalistic sight that sat in front of her.

This was the hottest she had ever seen him, and she enjoyed it, just as much as she enjoyed being in his arms.

As they collected themselves, Klaus held her before suddenly breaking the silence.

"Don't leave me," he begged, though just as she went to reply, the annoying buzzing had finally won.