As the festivities of the wedding party faded into the background, the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle lapping of waves filled the air. It was NiKlaus who suggested that the two sneak away to the room as the party was almost ending and his older brother, Elijah, promised that he would make sure everything would end peacefully. The groom just wanted the bride alone.

Caroline stood at the doorway of their honeymoon suite to the balcony, framed by the ornate archway, her heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. The ocean stretched out before her, a vast expanse of shimmering blue under the moonlight, the stars shining brighter than Caroline had seen in ages but it was the man behind her, the one who had made her his bride, who commanded her attention.

Klaus leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze intense, mingling mischief with admiration. In his hand, he held a camera, eager to capture a few moments of just the two of them on this significant night. As he snapped another picture, he watched her smile widen, the click of the shutter punctuating the air. With his tousled dark hair, he embodied the enchanting prince who had swept her off her feet. She felt the weight of his appreciative gaze, taking in her radiant figure in the wedding gown designed by his younger sister, adorned with delicate lace and intricate beading.

He placed the camera down on the dresser and asked, "Are you ready?" His voice, a low, seductive British accent, sent delightful shivers racing down her spine. Though they had shared intimate moments before, tonight felt distinctly different—magical, almost as if the universe itself had conspired to make it unforgettable.

Caroline turned, the crisp autumn night air enveloping her like a tender embrace. The date they had chosen marked the anniversary of their very first kiss over a beer at a dive bar just a few blocks from their college campus. Their wedding took place in a quaint coastal town in Virginia, a modest affair that was slightly more celebratory, and it was their last full night in America before heading to London right after their honeymoon. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life," she said, her voice infused with a mix of eagerness and anticipation. This day, this night was the start of the rest of their life.

With a knowing smile, Klaus stepped toward her, each movement purposeful as though the world around them had faded into the background. It was just the two of them—two souls about to embark on a journey that would forever change their lives. The air was thick with unspoken promises, both electrifying and intimate. "Then let's make this night unforgettable," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin as he gently led her away from the balcony and back into the suite.

Inside, the room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, shadows flickering and dancing across the walls. Caroline wondered briefly when he had time to set this up, probably his sister, her best friend. Rebekah's eye for detail almost beat Caroline's. The scent of jasmine filled the air, wrapping around them like a fragrant embrace. Klaus's hands found the delicate lace at the neckline of her gown, his fingers brushing against her collarbone with a tenderness that made her heart race.

As he began to unfasten the buttons one by one, anticipation surged within her, bubbling just beneath the surface. She remained silent, watching him intently until she finally asked softly, "Camera?" She wanted to capture a few shots of him at this moment; although the memory would be etched in her mind forever, having a photograph or two to share would make it even more special. He paused, reaching out to hand her the camera before resuming his movements.

Lifting the camera to her eyes, she focused on her husband and snapped the first shot. Each click of the shutter sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her, a tantalizing reminder of what was to come. With each button he revealed, she felt herself shedding not just the fabric of her gown but also the remnants of her past—doubts and insecurities that had once clouded her heart. She was his forever as he was hers.

Finally, the last button came undone, and Klaus's hands moved effortlessly to slide the gown off her shoulders. The fabric gracefully pooled at her feet, unveiling the ivory silk lingerie that hugged her curves perfectly. A broad, happy grin spread across his face as he gently took the camera from her hands, ready to capture the moment. Caroline's breath caught in her throat as Klaus's eyes darkened with desire, surveying her with an expression that was both awestruck and hungry.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. In that moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude—how incredibly lucky he was to call this stunning woman his wife.

"Just wait until you see what's underneath," she teased, a playful spark igniting within her. She relished the way he made her feel, as if she were the only woman in the world, the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth, and how he would offer her anything she desired. She was utterly in love with him.

Klaus's lips curved into a mischievous grin, and in a swift movement, he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her close, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body, the steady beat of his heart harmonizing with her own.

As his lips descended onto hers, a surge of electricity coursed through her, igniting a fire that had been flickering since their very first encounter. Their mouths moved together, gradually at first, relishing the sweetness of their connection, before deepening into a passionate embrace that left her breathless. She tasted the salt from the ocean mingling with the sweetness of the wine they had shared with their guests, and it made her head spin with desire.

Klaus gently guided her toward the large window that overlooked the ocean. Moonlight streamed in, creating a spotlight around them, enveloping them in their own intimate world. He leaned back, drawing Caroline with him until her back met the cool surface of the glass. The chill contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from their bodies, making her skin tingle with anticipation.

"Tell me what you desire, love," he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and inviting.

"I want you," she replied, her voice barely a whisper, heavy with longing. "I want all of you. But you, Nik, are wearing too many clothes." She glanced at her nearly bare form contrasted with the suit he still wore from their wedding. "If you don't take it off, I'll have to do it myself, and I'd hate to ruin that suit because you look so incredibly handsome in it."

With a low growl of satisfaction, Klaus captured her lips again, his hands tracing the curves of her body with an urgency that quickened her pulse. "Patience," he promised, teasing her about the suit that clung to him. His fingers grazed the edge of her bra, dancing over the delicate lace before slipping it off, leaving her completely exposed to him. She quivered under his touch, surrendering entirely to the moment, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"There's no reason to be shy. I adore every inch of you," he murmured to his new bride. As he lowered his mouth to her breast, the gentle kisses sparked a fire deep within her, igniting with each flick of his tongue. Caroline wove her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, yearning to feel all of him against her. He responded eagerly, his lips teasing and brushing against her skin, driving her wild with desire.

Without warning, he swept her up effortlessly, carrying her to the magnificent king-sized bed adorned with silk sheets that shimmered like the surface of the ocean. The five-star hotel they had chosen was worth every penny they spent for the luxurious room. As he laid her down gentley, Klaus's eyes remained locked on hers, a silent promise glimmering in their depths. "Just rest your head, love. This is our moment," he said softly, his fingers grazing her thighs as he knelt beside her.

Caroline couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement in her stomach as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. Glancing down at herself, she briefly wondered where her matching panties had gone. Lost in the moment with her husband, she hadn't even noticed him slipping them off. As he shifted, positioning his body over hers, the heat radiating from him enveloped her like a warm embrace. "I need you," she whispered, the only sound in the room, the rhythmic crashing of waves from the open balcony. Caroline never wanted to leave this room, leave this moment.

Klaus approached her with a purposeful slowness, his hands gliding over her skin, awakening sensations that were both intoxicating and overwhelming. Each touch coaxed her into a graceful arch, a delicate interplay of surrender and yearning. The sounds that escaped her lips only fueled Klaus's desire, urging him to elicit even louder expressions of pleasure. Outside, the world vanished, leaving only the intoxicating pulse of their heartbeats, each thud resonating in the stillness of the night.

As Klaus's kisses traced a path down the smooth curve of her neck, a spark ignited along her spine. He took his time, adoring her, relishing the softness of her skin against his lips. She inhaled sharply, anticipation coursing through her, each kiss sending ripples of exquisite pleasure throughout her being.

"Tell me what feels good," he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with longing.

Caroline laughed, breathless and enchanted by the intensity of their connection. "Everything feels amazing," she panted, her heart racing as he continued his exploration. "You always know how to make me feel incredible," she promised him.

With every kiss, he kindled a fervor within her, leaving her breathless and aching for more. She traced her hands down his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips, and in that instant, she realized she was completely ensnared by him. Then suddenly, as he stood, a soft whimper escaped her lips, a sound of both longing and surprise. As Klaus began to undress, the final barrier between them vanished, revealing a profound rawness and vulnerability. He was a vision of magnificence, every inch radiating confidence, desire, and a possessiveness that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through her.

Caroline's heart raced as he climbed on top of her. "I love you," he whispered, pressing his lips softly against hers. Their bodies melded together perfectly, and a soft moan escaped her as she replied with those same three words, just before he entered her for the first time that evening. Their mouths collided in a deep, passionate kiss, and in that instant, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in sheets, enveloped in a haze of desire.

With each gentle thrust, Klaus elevated her to new heights, igniting every nerve in her body and filling her with a warmth that spread like wildfire. She surrendered entirely, her moans and sighs encouraging him, each shared moment charged with electric intensity.

Time became irrelevant as they moved in perfect harmony, intertwining in a rhythm that felt natural and eternal. The ocean breeze drifted through the open window, a quiet witness to their union, its soothing caress a lullaby that accompanied the sound of crashing waves outside.

As they reached their peak together, the world around them dissolved into nothing, leaving only the resonance of their connection—two hearts entwined, two souls set ablaze.

As they lay entwined, their breaths mingling in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy, he gently slipped out of her and rested his head on the pillow, pulling the blonde against his chest. A small giggle escaped her lips, prompting Klaus to meet her gaze, mirroring the smile she wore. "Love?" he whispered.

"Nik," she responded softly, her fingers tracing the contours of his face, grounding herself in the reality of his presence. Their wedding and the night had lived up to her dreams; it was his love that made everything perfect.

He turned to meet her gaze, a tenderness in his eyes that melted her heart. "I will always be yours," he vowed, a promise woven into the fabric of their night—one destined to last for eternity. Caroline Mikaelson truly was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"And I yours," she replied, a radiant smile lighting up her face, filled with the knowledge that this moment was just the beginning of their forever. Shifting from beside him to straddle him, her smile transformed into a playful grin. "Ready for round two?"