AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing. Rated M for a reason. Please enjoy this update. This chapter is a bit shorter but it is because I needed it to end here, hopefully the next one won't be so short.

Chapter 4

Upon going into her room she found Jeremy sleeping, his phone on the floor, so she took a very long lukewarm shower. Not only did she need to clean away the night but she needed to cool herself off a bit after that kiss.

After the shower, about to get into the bed she picked up the phone. About to turn off the lamp after setting the phone on the night table, the phone lit up, displaying before Bonnie's face pictures of Anna in various poses with her legs spread eagle.

Bonnie was fuming and seeing red. If she had a knife right now Jeremy would be waking up dead. She wanted to gouge out his eyes and feed them to him. The rage she felt was causing her skin to feel heated, her ears began ringing and she had to steady her breathing. Then she heard it...What is he compared to you? Why should he live? He is insignificant, a roach meant to be stepped on and scraped away…" The voice was enticing and so sweet.

"La la la la…" She sang to herself willing the voice away, praying for sleep to take her away from the murderous thoughts that sung to her.

Bonnie couldn't sleep. Sleep eluded her as she was tortured with images of Anna then of Anna and Jeremy fucking mixed with images of Jeremy's eyeless face and lifeless body.

She got up, she couldn't lay next to him. Putting the robe over her naked body she walked down the hall in the dark thinking to go back to the study where she would lie down on the sofa.

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She softly knocked on the door of the study, there was no answer so she gingerly opened the door walking in seeing the fire blazing in the fireplace illuminating the room with soft glowing light.

She walked over to the wall covered in books, having missed that small detail earlier. She rubbed her hands over the many volumes of first editions that she found, pausing over one that caught her attention due to the feel of the book. She pulled it from its place, snug between "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" and "Frankenstein", the book, "The Night's Children," seemed to her to be out of place, and she was curious.

Taking a seat in the leather high back chair that Klaus once sat in, she got comfortable and began reading.

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Klaus laid in his massive bed remembering how soft Bonnie's lips felt, the scent of her arousal, the feel of her body pressed against his and the taste of her blood. He should not have tasted her, but her blood spoke to him, her dark blood whispered to him.

She didn't know what she was, he wanted to awaken her, but he was forbidden and what he did was more than he should have. He wanted her. He wanted to be consumed by her, but he needed to learn more about her. Why didn't she know what she was? Why was she so timid? These thoughts danced in his head until he heard her walking about the house. He waited, not sure if he should get up to go to her.

After a moment's hesitation he got up, clad in black silk pajama bottoms, hanging low on his adonis belt and a matching long silk black robe. He was bare chested and barefoot as he went to her, the robe billowed behind him like a dark cape and he walked sure footed and with purpose.

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Bonnie was completely engrossed in the book she was reading when Klaus walked into the study and although she was quite distracted and he was as silent as a whisper on the wind, she felt his presence so she looked up to see him smiling at her.

"I thought you were going to get some much needed rest," he commented as he walked in further, taking a seat on the sofa that she had occupied earlier.

She frowned, then quickly smiled and said, "I couldn't sleep. Thought I would sit by the fire. Then I found this book," she directed his attention to the book in her lap. "It is very interesting. I would love to add a copy to my private collection at my bookstore."

"I am loathed to say that this is the one and only copy of this book. But I am intrigued. Tell me of your bookstore." Klaus encouraged, genuinely interested and wanting more information about her.

"Oh," her face lit up with pride and excitement, "The Twisted Spine is my baby. I specialize in occult and supernatural literature, from tomes to grimoires to comic books to graphic novels to traditional novels. I carry some other objects like tarot cards, crystals and the like, but mostly books." Bonnie couldn't hide her enthusiasm.

Klaus chuckled, "So it would seem that you are an expert on the matter of creatures of myth and folklore, and the supernatural. I am impressed."

"Well I don't know if I am an expert but I do know my way around the matter. I read a lot and I have read most if not all of the books in my store and I have to say I have an extensive collection. However, by seeing this one it seems that I am missing some noteworthy additions." She said cheekily with a smile.

"So tell me, do you believe in the supernatural? The man-child seems to think that you do. Do you think pixies, trolls and other otherworldly creatures exist?" Klaus eyed her keenly, waiting for her answer.

"Well," she started nervously, as if she was taking a test, " To be completely honest, in some ways I do." She admitted waiting for his ridicule of her, but it didn't come, he didn't judge her as Jeremy always did.

"And in what ways?"

She shrugged, "I think in all of us there is that small child-like belief that there really are fairies and Fae folk, but if one is so inclined to believe in those then one has to believe in the less benevolent creatures of myth and lore, and the magic that dictates and rules that realm."

He smirked, " So are you telling me you're afraid of the big bad wolf?" There was mischief in his blue eyes and Bonnie felt her pussy contract. He was doing sinful things to her and he didn't even know it, she thought. But Klaus knew exactly what he was doing to her and he liked it.

Bonnie swallowed, "I would wager that I have nothing to fear from that ole wolf seeing how my name isn't Little Red Riding Hood." She said flirtatiously.

"Ah...that may be true but I would wager that you would be a much more succulent meal," he smiled then licked his lips, a glint in his eyes, "I would prefer you over Little Red."

"Are you..um..I mean..are..you saying that you are the wolf in sheeps clothes?" Bonnie questioned breathlessly. Damn I'm a babbling idiot, she thought to herself.

"I can assure you that I am something entirely different and much more dangerous," he teased as he smiled showing her his beautiful white teeth.

"Really?" Bonnie whispered, unconsciously leaning closer.

"Yes," he too leaned closer,"You are beautiful." He got up then kneeled in front of her, fanning out his robe behind him instead of taking it off. The image reminded Bonnie of a priest praying, but she was sure she was the one that needed to pray.

He took the book from her, placing it on the floor, then he lifted her chin so that she was looking into his eyes. As if a sacred vow he said to her, "Tonight I will worship your body." Bonnie started to protest, but he stilled her with a finger to her lips, "shhh...your body is a temple; your thighs are golden pillars, supple and warm, beckoning me." As he spoke his hands found the ties to the robe and unfastened them, then he opened the robe revealing all her treasures to him.

Her breath hitched as she saw the raw desire reflected in his eyes, it was animalistic and seeing it caused her nipples to harden in arousal and her core to weep. All thoughts of right or wrong dissolved into nothingness.

Her scent was driving him crazy and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her with his hard cock hitting her sweet spot over and over again, but he would not take her in that way, not yet.

He spread her legs further apart then pulled her hips forward so that she was leaning back, but he had access to her, then he spread her legs even further apart so he could see her treasure box. He smiled then licked his lips, "Your pussy is exquisite, it is the altar where I dutifully sacrifice myself and I will drink from your golden chalice filled with the nectar of gods."

He left a trail of kisses on her left thigh then he did the same on her right, then he looked up at her again. "Your honor will remain. I will only please you with my mouth and tongue, relax, my enchantress."

The next thing Bonnie felt was his tongue licking her pussy lips, he licked up and down like she was ice cream on a cone. Then he became more aggressive sucking and nibbling her folds, lapping up her juices as he used his nose to rub her clit.

She felt the beginnings of pleasure with the ache in her belly as he pushed his tongue in and out of her pussy then slurped up her juices. She held on to the armrests tense, feeling the tension coiling deep within her. She tried to pull away from him, but he hooked his arms around legs and grabbing her hips pulled her back to the edge of the chair.

For a split instance she was reminded of being at the obgyn sitting in the chair with her legs in the stir-ups, but as fast as the thought came it passed as he began humming as he sucked her clit, flicking it with his tongue then licking her pussy lips, sucking on them. He wanted to finger her but he vowed to only use his mouth and tongue. Next time...there will definitely be a next time!

Bonnie was afraid to put her hands in his hair, not wanting to pull chunks out so she grabbed his shoulders and as she fought to not make any sounds she dug her nails into his flesh and clenched her teeth.

She came, relaxing back into the chair and loosening her hold of him, but he wasn't done and he assaulted her over sensitive clit once more, sucking licking and slurping at her swollen lips while rubbing his face in her juices.

Bonnie wanted to scream out in ecstasy, she wanted to tell him that she was about to come but she didn't dare open her mouth so she dug her nails into his flesh again and bit down on her lip.

Her heartbeat hammered against her chest while seeing stars behind her eyelids and tears falling from her shut eyes, her right leg shook, her hips bucked violently and uncontrollably as she came with such force that she squirted in Klaus' open mouth and over his face. This was the first time that had ever happened to her.

Klaus drank all her ambrosia then moved his arms so that he could rise up to kiss her. She tasted herself and her blood that spilled from her lip from biting down so hard.

She felt primal and wild and she wanted more. She reached down to touch him but he grabbed her hands, he kissed her cheek as he moved to whisper in her ear, " You are a very tasty morsel, indeed. Little Red Riding who?" He Chuckled.

Klaus looked into her emerald eyes, "Tonight was for you and it was my pleasure and I enjoyed it," he said as he kissed her hands and placed them on the armrests.

Bonnie looked at him moving her hands holding his face between them, "I want more," she said simply.

Klaus felt her need and he wanted to give in to his lust, but not tonight and not until she could be completely his and everything she was meant to be. "I know. I want more, but in the light of day you may see things differently and I would not want you to regret enjoying all the things I would do to you." He told her gently.

She didn't know what to say, because he was right, she would regret it and feel terribly guilty for being the one cheating now. So she just sighed deeply then inhaled his intoxicating scent.

She felt so relaxed and thoroughly fucked. He did more with his tongue, making her cum multiple times and squirting, than Jeremy ever did using his cock and that only made her want him more.

And he kissed like he invented it, like his lips were made for just that purpose, Bonnie knew that she was forever changed. He did something to her and she was different, she was sure of it.

Suddenly she was tired, her eyelids heavy, her body so relaxed that her body felt boneless and she had this smile on her face that she couldn't get rid of. She started drifting off and she was only slightly aware of her head resting on a hard warm chest, strong arms cradling her small body protectively or the feeling of flying through the air.

The only thing she was fully aware of was his scent, he smelled of earth, rich soil mixed with sandalwood and familiar spices. She fell asleep with one thought on her mind….I remember you...I know you.

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