Images of You
Request: Can you do a Drabble where Klaus is imagining Caroline the whole time he's with Hayley
This is going to be short and just Klaus' thought and emotions and what he wished he was doing with Caroline because I don't want to write the sex between Klaus and Hayley. This is a little smut-y though.
Don't look at her. Don't let her speak. It would only ruin the illusion that he had in his mind. Because in his mind, he was only seeing, hearing, Caroline writhing below him, his name pouring out of her mouth, a litany, a prayer.
He would lie her on his bed, reverently, learn every inch of her there was to learn with his hands and his lips. He would know the places that made her squirm, the places that made her mewl, the places that made her scream in pleasure. He would worship her body, showing her exactly how he felt for her. He would taste her, learn how her whole body smelled, tasted, felt against his tongue.
And once that had been accomplished, once he had brought his Caroline to heights she had never known, brought her the most pleasure that he possibly could, then he would shift gears. He would give up control to her and let her do as she willed with his body. He wanted her to ride him, wanted his pleasure to be totally in her hands. He had never been willing to give that control to a woman before, he was the one that stayed on top, he was the one that controlled every part of the situation. Sex was just another form of art to him. Caroline was more though, she meant more to him than that.
He wanted her to learn every inch of his body in return, wanted her to move against him, wanted her smooth flesh against his, wanted her lips against every inch of his body. He wanted to lose himself to her as he planned to make her lose herself to him.
They would crash together, he would make sure of it. He wanted their pleasure to be shared the first time they were joined. He would let her rest for a moment and then he would flip her over and have her again. He would have her from behind, he would have her in every room on every surface in his house, and he would let her take control whenever she wanted to. He would love her through the night and on until morning, ruining her for any other man ever again.
He would make his mark on her. He would possess her, he would love her, he would worship her, and they would belong to each other. Because she would make his mark on him as well.
Don't look at her. Don't let her speak.
He buried his head in her neck, but it wasn't the wolf's neck anymore, it was the smooth column of Caroline''s throat. He would plunge his fangs into her neck again, taste her sweet blood once more, but this time she would ask for it, want it, enjoy it, drink from him in return as he moved inside of her.
That, that was all he wanted. All he could think of. He held onto that image. Because he didn't know if it would ever become a reality.