Inkandtrees : "Soooo gooood. I can't stand it. I want more! I wish you'd write the sex in detail, I feel like it'd be "I'm mad at you, let me show you, and I love you so much sex." It'd be intense. I absolutely love this story!"

Le26199 : "Less sex? are you out of your mind!I am dying to see the next chapter now! What a place to end it!"

Oh God. Okay, soooooo I do not usually write my sex scenes with a lot of detail. To avoid making people (And let's be honest, myself) uncomfortable, I try to stick to the PG-13 side of the smut. But recently, I have been getting reviews asking me to be more detailed and 'hot' in these particular scenes. Let's at least try and get to an 18A...?

This is my attempt at a 'hot' scene, more detail, trying not to sounds like an inexperienced writer here, but okay, I AM. Haha hope you guys like it, PLEASE let me know what you think, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, if there are any grammar errors, please do try and ignore them :)

Cheers

He grasps me around the waist. His mouth desperate and hot against mine. Our breath rapid between us; his tongue dancing with mine, aggressive and unyielding. I can't breathe, but it's a sweet, hot kind of suffocation. His hands fall lower, pressing against my lower back, crushing me against him.

I glide my hands up his chest, feeling each muscle tighten under my touch; it's a power trip, feeling what I can do to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck I fist my hands in his hair, tugging hard; causing him to shudder against me. It vibrates through me, doing rude things to my body; I can't help but smile against his mouth.

Letting go of the handful of my sweater he had gathered at my hip, his hands slides down; across my backside, down my thigh, wrapping his long fingers around the back of knee, hitching my leg up around his hip, he throws us back, against the wall.

I yelp, in surprise, and pleasure as I feel his erection press hard against that very perfect place...

Grabbing my chin in his hand, while the other stays firm around my backside, holding me a few inches from the floor; I feel his own smile against my lips.

"Are you laughing at me Sweetheart?" He breathes; his mouth brushes against my open lips, sharing our air...

Hitching my other leg around him, I roll my hips forward, pleasure hitting me sharp in my center.

I laugh breathlessly, "Maybe."

"Open your eyes." He instructs; his breath on my eyelids.

I blink my eyes open, adjusting to the dim light. His eyes are ablaze. They tear through me, making me entire body quiver with want.

Without taking his blazing blue eyes off of mine, his hands leave my backside, keeping me pinned between him and the wall, his fingers grasp the hem of my sweater.

Torturously slow, he pulls the fabric upward, his palms gliding up my sides, against my ribcage, pausing suddenly, he raises an eyebrow at me. All I can do is smile breathlessly, watching as he registers my complete and utter nakedness underneath my sweater. After a moment, he resumes his slow shedding of my clothing; pulling the sweater over my head, and dropping it at his feet.

His lips attack my neck, planting hot, tantalizing kisses across my throat and collar bones. Holding onto his shoulders for support, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to survive his oral assault against my bare breasts, hopefully leaving me with a few shreds of my sanity when he's finished.

Rocking his hips against mine, barred only by the thin layers of clothing, the friction is unbearable.

"Ahh!" I cry out; grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, and pressing my palm against his lower back, willing him not to stop. Never to stop.

I feel my climax building, he hasn't even touched me, and I'm already falling apart.

Slamming his hand against the wall next to my ear, bracing himself there, he brings his mouth to my ear; bringing my earlobe between his teeth—he knows how much it drives me crazy.

"You are irresistible Miss. Forbes." His breathes, sending a jolt through me, my body arching to meet his, pulse for pulse. Damn him and that beautiful voice!

I'm close... How is it that he's going to finish me? He's barely done a thing...

He can sense my pending release, and he deepens the movements. "Let go..." He whispers.

And that's all it takes.

His mouth is back on mine, absorbing my moans from my wracking orgasm, tangling his fingers into my hair, holding me fast as I unravel in his hands.

"How..." I breathe. But he's already moving.

Pulling me away from the wall, and turning us around; the back of my legs press against the edge of the mattress. I kick off my shoes quickly. His hands make light work of shredding my tights, the thin fabric not standing a chance under his rapid strength. Becoming very aware that I'm standing here, nearly naked except for a pair of black lacy underwear, and he's still wearing far too much.

Hooking my fingers through the belt loops of his pants, I pull him hard against me; looking down between us I narrow my eyes.

"I love these." I say, his chest rising and falling as rapidly as my own.

"Yeah?" He breathes, distracted, his lips twitching with amusement, before moving his mouth to my neck, nipping me playfully.

"Yeah..." I nod, closing my eyes and biting my lip, his teeth against my skin is unbelievably arousing. I feel my tired body begin to slowly build once again. Jesus, what does this boy do to me?

I go to work on the fly of his khakis, my fingers shake slightly.

"I thought you loved them." He says against my bare shoulder.

"Not that much." I roll my eyes, and he chuckles, allowing me to push them from his hips. My suspicions are confirmed, as they fall away—they were the only thing he was wearing. I groan, dragging his mouth back to mine, "Copy cat." I whisper. I feel his smile against my teeth as I refer to his lack of undergarments, like myself.

"Mmhm," His teeth clamp hard around my bottom lip, tugging slightly.

Holy sweet mother of Jesus and all that is holy...

Dropping my hands from his hair, I trace down his chest, against his sternum, down his abdomen, following the trail of hair from his navel, finding what my fingers were searching for, grasping him hard.

"Fuck." It's barely audible, but oh so exciting, listening to the most powerful man in the world lose control. Wondering how far he'll let me go with this, I move my hand up and down; once, twice, three times. He doesn't protest, so I continue to pleasure him with my hand, while my other rests on his hip, bracing myself as he relaxes into me.

He's become motionless, his forehead resting against my shoulder.

Gliding my hand up once again, I let my thumb rub the tip of him ever so lightly.

"Stop," grabbing hold of my wrist, immobilizing my strokes, his voice is strained and tight. "Enough."

Pushing me onto the bed, pressing my spine into the mattress, he hovers over me. His knee settling between my thighs, straddling my leg, I feel his erection pressed against my stomach, his expert hands finding their way to the panties, pinching the delicate fabric between his thumb and index finger.

"I love these." He repeats my words from earlier. I try to laugh, but it quickly fades out as he slides down my body, his lips drawing a line from my breasts, down to my navel, all the while his fingers drag the fragile lace, ever so carefully, down my legs to my feet. Pausing to spread perfectly erotic kisses across the inside of my thigh.

"What do you want Caroline?" He whispers, his dark words sending desperate shivers through my body as I feel his breath graze across my sex, my muscles clenching in desperation.

"You," I say, swallowing hard. His nose draws a line up the side of my hip, across my ribs, up to sensitive skin behind my ear. "Please—" I'm silenced once again by his mouth crashing against mine. Wrapping my legs around him I try pulling him down against me, but he doesn't budge.

"Say it again," He growls against my jaw. His voice is rough with desire, matching mine.

Bringing my lips to his ear, I cup his neck, "Please... Klaus, I want you..." Grazing my teeth against his neck, I feel his pulse just below the surface. My fangs drop automatically, and I brush them against the soft skin there. I hear his sharp intake of air, and smile. "Nik," I breathe, "Please..."

Wrapping his arms around my middle, with crushing strength he rolls over, pulling me on top of him.

And then he slams into me, filling me. I cry out, brace my hands on his chest, my hair falling unruly around us as I lean down, placing kisses on his chest and throat.

Moving against him, he grasps my hips, his fingertips digging into my behind, rocking me against him. I meet him, move for move. My climax building high already; torturing me with sweet, unbridled lust.

He sits up abruptly, I gasp in surprise when we're suddenly nose to nose. Taking both my hands from his shoulders, he laces his fingers with mine, holding them out to the side so we're pulled together; chest to chest.

"Open your eyes," He commands, rolling his pelvis, doing unspeakable things in the way my body straddles his. I open my mouth, air hissing through my teeth as he lets go of one of my hands, wrapping it firmly around my waist, he quickens our pace. Wracking my already unstable brain into oblivion.

"Open your eyes, I want to see you." He hisses, his tone is menacing, devilish and extremely hot. My heavy lids open to meet his, and for that one spilt second before absolute euphoria, he's looking right through me. Into my being, my vulnerable soul; igniting it with passion and fervor.

Crushing his fingers in mine, my second orgasm comes in waves, unimaginable pleasure ripples through me. An unstoppable freight train... He follows quickly, finding his own release as I feel myself contract around him.

We're a pile of heavy breaths, sweaty bodies, and clutching limbs as he collapses back onto the bed, bringing me down with him. Holding me against him, he eases out of me slowly, rolling to the side.

I catch my breath, holding my palm to my damp forehead, closing my eyes as my heart rate slows. His arms remain around me for an immeasurable amount of time. Basking in the afterglow, I feel him relax beside me, his breathing falling back to its regular pace.

"Don't fall asleep." I say, rolling over, and looking down at this beautiful man. His arm is draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling evenly, he smells of clean soap, sweat, and Klaus... It's an extremely arousing combination.

"Mmm..." He mumbles, incoherently. I smile a little, leaning over and pressing kisses to his tattoo. Trailing my lips up to his forearm, I nip lightly at his wrist, but he doesn't lift it from his eyes.

"Don't fall asleep," I whisper against his palm, kissing each fingertip, dampening them with my tongue.

"Hmmm," This time he moves his arm, peering out at me through heavy lids. Biting my lip, I offer him a sweet, innocent smile. My hand wandering across his smooth stomach. "You're relentless." He mumbles in his sleepy state, covering his eyes once again.

"Hey!" I giggle, grabbing his arm and attempt to push it away, though I know I'm no match for his strength.

With a heavy sigh, he grabs my hands, pulling me close—lifting me from my sideways place on the bed, my head is suddenly on the pillows, and he's hovering above me; a mixture of tired exasperation and amusement in his eyes.

"Devil woman," He narrows his eyes at me, bringing his knee up, parting my legs, he presses against that sweet spot that is already aching for more... "When am I ever meant to regain my strength?"

I giggle once again, reaching for his neck and bringing his lips back down to mine.