A/N: Okay, yes, I got a bit busy in the last month, but I think it's safe to say I'm freer now. I always long for the moment when I can write again but you don't always get what you want ;)
But holy shit, I am just speechless. I never thought I'd get over 10 reviews on my first fanfic, so I am pretty much in shock right now. I am immensely grateful for your support. I was always sort of anxious about posting my stuff. So thank you for having my back.
Shoutouts to everyone: Brittany (yey, someone liked the mother/daughter moment!), leni18, brynnbrigham, Cinders and Brimstone (if only this were a youtube video:)) ), LeilaniStar, diehardromantic (no, YOU are awesome), Ice Moon 14, ZombieSavior (yep, you summed it up perfectly, lame backstory and focus on the wrong things), Stacie, jules (thank you, school is finally behind me:) ), Babaksmiles, michelle3737, Guest, Dannya1980, luv4ed (well, I think it can still go both ways, even if Bonnie is more suitable for him. I wrote that note more to let people know I don't hate Caroline, or anything like that :) anyways, thank you for the kind words and helpful comments, I'm going to keep in mind what you said:) ) , toooldforfanfic, beautifulcurare (yey, someone like the draining scene! "no marshmallow Klaus here" should be a bumper sticker, for real) , Chaosinchains91, babyshan211 (yeah, Marcel DEFINITELY makes me want to reconsider, but I'm still on the fence about the show), Guest, babinefertiti, evicarstairs.
This chapter is a bit shorter than the one before because this is basically more smut than plot (I warned you in the previous one), although I think it does hit several important emotinal scenes, wink wink. Next chapter will get back to Bonnie and Klaus' next move against Silas. There will also be the issue of whether Bonnie stays with Klaus...
Until then, I leave you with the new chapter. Enjoy!
"You'll love this one."
Bonnie gripped his collar as she rose up and down his shaft, exhausted but tireless. She could feel tears forming in the corner of her eyes; of pleasure or pain, she wasn't sure.
She wanted to feel his hands around her body. But of course, he was playing the piano.
"It's called Sleepless Night," he murmured, his voice only a little out of breath.
Bonnie inhaled the musky scent of his skin as she burrowed her face in his neck and clamped her mouth shut. She was too proud to scream again. Her throat was a little sore anyway.
He had tortured her before, when she was lying on the piano. He had played Gershwin for her at an impossible speed, while his tongue had drawn dizzy, rapid circles around her clit.
"Since we are in Manhattan..." he trailed off.
She had no idea how he managed to stay so focused and play such a complicated piece and still...do what he did.
All she knew was that she was depleted and she still wanted more. This had never happened to her before. He had unlocked some strange, foreign yearning in her. She could not stop, even if she wanted to.
And she really wanted to, but she just couldn't.
She had never felt this kind of craving with Jeremy. They had slept together a couple of times and it had been sweet and clumsy, but she had never reached this pitch of pleasure.
Klaus already knew how to work her body even when he wasn't even touching her.
It wasn't fair.
In the back of her mind, she was already trying to figure out an escape. In the back of her mind, she was halfway back to Mystic Falls. In the back of her mind, she told herself this was just one night in a hotel.
Just like the night before.
Only now it was the second night they were together and she was straddling him. And she liked it. Oh, she really liked it, which was all kinds of bad.
If you had told her three days ago she would be stifling screams of pleasure in an Original's arms, she would have laughed.
Klaus suddenly moved his hips in such a way as to hit a sensitive spot inside her and she yelped into his shoulder.
It was frustrating how he kept playing as if no one was there.
And he was a skilled player. She didn't know much about music, but whatever he was playing, it sounded good. She wondered how many hundreds of years he had practiced.
Her hands traveled from his collar, to the torn buttons of his shirt. It looked expensive. Good. He was not perfect and impeccable, as usual.
She squirmed underneath him, trying to feel that jolt again, but he wasn't helping her anymore.
She frowned. Was he expecting her to do something?
Because she was on the brink again and all she wanted was to let the pleasure wash over her.
She pulled him to her, trying to give him a clue.
Klaus smirked and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder. He continued playing.
Bonnie almost wanted to scream in frustration. He liked to play games. He sometimes stopped right when she was about to let go.
She wanted to pull away from his hold and not give him the satisfaction of knowing she was powerless.
But her body had a mind of its own. What if you got bold? her body said.
Without thinking much about it, she lowered her hands even further and wrapped her hands around his length. She ran her fingers over the shaft testingly, pulling him out of her.
The sensation was very odd. She had never done this with Jeremy.
Klaus' fingers paused over the keys. He was not sure what was happening. This was the first time she was taking initiative since their first night when she'd stormed into his house. He was not a little curious.
Bonnie felt her heart beating against her chest wildly.
It was now or never.
Slowly, she lowered herself between his legs. She had no idea what she was doing.
She just knew she wanted to try.
Her hands were still holding him. Klaus felt himself grow fully erect. He looked down at her, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"Bonnie, you don't have to -"
But she silenced him when she gently placed her mouth over his tip, almost as if she were making sure it tasted right. She let out a small breath before her tongue darted further. It made him shudder from head to toe.
Then he was entirely in her mouth and a strange sensation of being dropped in the unknown seized him.
It was obvious she hadn't done this before. She was clumsy at best.
But something about her submission made his insides twist.
She was kneeling in front of him, her warm, long hair hiding that face, those eyes, those lips...
Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin without knowing that she was doing so, her tongue swirled around his length with the innocence of someone eating an ice cream. And it undid him, bit by bit.
Her fingers moved up and down his shaft, but they weren't fast enough. She was unwinding him slowly, almost as if she were turning a clock.
It didn't matter.
He groaned, his fingers hitting random keys, without consequence.
It wasn't so much what she was doing, but the thought that it was her, the sweet, innocent little witch, the saviour, the martyr, the goody-two-shoes that had her lips around his cock.
One moment she was throwing him across the room like a scorned goddess, the next she was pleasing him like an inexperienced teenager.
He could not reconcile the two. He knew he wanted her to forego her old self and give in to her dark side. He wanted her to become Expression. It was the only way he wanted her. The only she would be his.
But he wondered whether this side of her could be...useful as well.
Her hot mouth was moving tortuously slow. Either she was taking revenge for the screams he had got out of her, or she wanted to take her time.
Bonnie found she rather enjoyed the taste of him. She was deriving much more pleasure from hearing his sharp intakes of breath than she thought she would.
There was just something mesmerizing about the tilt of his head whenever her lips left his cock and then swiftly returned.
She nudged the tip with her tongue and enjoyed the stiffness. Her tongue danced around and around him, without ever going any faster.
Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her scalp.
His fingers were buried in her hair.
She felt like gagging as he pushed his length further down her throat, but she only made a small noise of discomfort and opened her mouth further.
She felt generous, she felt powerful.
When Klaus felt he was close to release, he yanked her by the hair and pulled her up. She wasn't even sure how he'd spun her around but her hands landed on the lid and he was already at her entrance and when he pushed himself inside her desperately, she felt her walls pulsing and her heart coming to a stop.
She leant into the piano as he fucked her mercilessly. She could feel the wood vibrating under her. Her body slammed into the keys with the speed of a hammer. There was no other noise. They were both breathing hard and panting.
This was the third...fourth time...she couldn't keep count anymore. And it was only two nights ago that she was sitting alone, contemplating how miserable she was.
His fingers dug viciously into her hips, stretching her skin, bringing her to him violently after every penetration.
She could feel his laboured breath on the nape of her neck and the weight of his body on her back and it made her want to turn around and witness him in that state.
They were going at a mad pace now. Her skin was getting red from the friction.
She wasn't even sure if this was Expression or something else. All she knew was that she needed him to fuck her even harder.
It's as if all these years she'd missed out on something, a great big secret. It's like everyone else had been loved, except her.
Suddenly, Klaus' shriek broke the silence.
"Fuuuck!"
Bonnie shut her eyes, unable to understand why she was paralyzed. Then it washed over her, wave after wave and she let out a choked, gurgling noise.
Everyone else had been loved. And she was still not loved. This wasn't love.
But she didn't care.
She wanted more. Now. Fast. Hard.
His hips kept moving along with hers, on and on, digging deeper and deeper, until they could feel their bones colliding. His fingers were pinching and pulling and her walls throbbed painfully from the previous climax. His cock was moving, quicker than humanly possible, inside her and she was being sliced in two, in three, in four, in a billion little parts and she could do nothing, nothing to quicken or slow his pace. Nothing would and could prevent the next moments and that knowledge made her crash.
Her head hit the lid and she had to bite down on the wood.
"Oh Jesus fu..." she murmured weakly, not even able to scream. No longer able to scream.
The pleasure had sundered her vocal cords. She kept opening her mouth, but nothing came out, except the strangled noises of a someone dying.
She was going to die, she knew she was going to die. She felt the third orgasm build up.
She was physically spent and her body instinctively drew towards someone, him, gluing herself to his chest, seeking shelter, because she knew she couldn't do it, she knew she wouldn't be able to handle the pressure growing in her belly. Growing and growing and growing...
A string of incoherent words came out of her lips, begging him to stop, begging him to make it stop because she was not going to make it.
Then from those giant heights - that precious moment between release and torment - she fell, she fell hard and she fell fast.
Bonnie shattered into herself until every nerve of her body was crying out in agony and even the breeze coming through the broken windows made her skin burn a thousand fires. She sank her teeth into her lips and let out a growl, a deep, dark growl of an animal, before collapsing into him completely, unable to hold on to anything anymore. He held her in place and chuckled in her ear.
"Remember this, Bonnie. Remember this moment. Remember my touch. This is how an Original fucks. You will never feel anything like it."
She realized then that, until now, he'd held back. He'd only shown her half of what he could do.
She thought she'd reached the peak with him. She thought he'd made her scream like no one else. But that was it. There could be nothing beyond a scream. His name, screamed over and over again. That was the limit, nothing else beyond it.
And yet there was.
There was silence.
The silence of someone who had no power to call out what was singing inside of her. The silence of too much noise. The screams were all in her head, but her mouth was sealed.
And she was glad, glad he had waited to show her. She wouldn't have been ready for it.