She pushed herself up, pressing her chest against his. Their lips moved in sync, and Klaus’s hand trailed up further.
It took her breath away. His mouth was greedy and wild, and she couldn’t keep up, overwhelmed by the sensation.
His hand stopped just below her breasts. He pulled away and whispered, “Can I touch you?”
His voice was laced with desire, his lips pink and swollen from kissing her.
“Yes,” she agreed.
Klaus’s teeth grazed her collarbone, and she moaned. The feeling shot down her entire body as he gently sucked her skin. His hand cupped one of her breasts, giving it a light squeeze under her shirt.
Soft-yet firm-and damn good. It was as if it was made for his hand to hold. His touch ignited her body even more. What was he doing to her?
“This is crazy, Bunnie. Fuck,” he said, moving his lips up to her chin, kissing her, then trailing back to her lips. She let out a satisfied moan. She couldn’t get enough of his lips.
“I want to see you. Will that be okay?”
“See me?” she asked, confused.
“Your shirt,” he paused, gauging her expression. “I want it off.”
Why was he asking? The Klaus she knew would take what he wanted without permission. Still, it made her feel special… but the thought that Klaus had been with other girls before punched her in the gut.
Other girls way prettier than her.
“It’s fine if you don’t-”
Before he could finish, her hand reached up to the hem of her shirt, and she began to unbutton it. After she was done, her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Gosh, she was so nervous. No one had ever seen her exposed or touched her. In fact, she was clueless about what to do. Slowly, she removed her shirt, revealing her breasts.
Klaus’s eyes glimmered with lust as they roamed over her features. Round, inviting… her pink, hardened nipples craved his attention.
He stared at her speechless, savoring her beauty.
Morticia bit her lip, her heart racing under his intense gaze. It was hard for her to breathe. What if she was a disappointment?
Her hands moved to cover herself, but Klaus held them back, his eyes locking onto hers with a look she’d never seen before.
“Don’t hide, Bunnie. Not from me,” he whispered, his voice raw. “You’re perfect.”
Morticia swallowed, his words sending waves of warmth through her, a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
He kissed her again, then trailed down to the space between her breasts. His lips pressed against her skin, savoring it with care.
Klaus gave her a gentle bite at the top of her breast, his other hand massaging the other, gently squeezing her nipple. His touch set her skin on fire.
He groaned, his voice deep as he used his thumb to tease her nipple.
“You feel so good, Bunnie. It makes me want to do so many things to you,” he growled, rolling his tongue over her nipple, lightly grazing just above it with his teeth. “Fucking damn it.”
Morticia couldn’t find her words, lost in the sensation, her fingers tugging at his disheveled black hair. Her back arched. She felt it… the desire that throbbed in her, though she didn’t know exactly where.
“Oh… Klaus,” she whispered, not recognizing her own voice as her body quivered. Whatever he was doing to her, she didn’t want him to stop. How could a mouth feel this exciting on her skin?
Klaus was careful not to leave any hickeys. He tried to keep his devil in check, though he badly wanted to ravish her… but this was okay.
Her mouth was slightly open, her back arched.
“Sexy” was the word that rang in his head.
His mouth trailed back up to her lips, capturing them. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.
Her wet lips parted, and he imagined them wrapped around his hardness. No. That’s enough.
He had crossed the line so badly today. He could feel the guilt slowly washing over him.
Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his, filled with questions.
“We should stop here,” he whispered, and she whimpered, desire still swirling in her gaze.
“We still have time,” he added, and she finally nodded.
He could feel his hardness straining beneath his boxers, but he allowed her to put her shirt back on, then pulled her close.
“Sleep, Bunnie,” he whispered, watching her shut her eyes and bury her head in his chest.
He then recalled how Vincent had scolded him for not letting him know what had happened to Morticia, hating how he kept things from him.
She was fragile, innocent, and Klaus still couldn’t believe he was doing this. They were going to regret this… she knew that too.
Yet she let him.
—
“How is she now?” Sienna asked, bringing a cold juice over to Vincent.
They were in Vincent’s private suite, the one he bought near Sienna’s place.
Vincent smiled, accepting the drink. “Thanks,” he said, his voice sounding tired.
“How did the mission go?” Sienna asked. She knew practically everything about Vincent, including Simon’s dealings.
“Rough,” he replied, sweeping his hair back.
Sienna set her drink down and climbed on top of him. Vincent gave her a questioning look, a smug smile slowly forming on his face as she kissed him.
“What was that for?” he asked.
“For being the best boyfriend ever,” she whispered, and he chuckled.
Still holding her close, he asked, “You still haven’t told me why your sister hates you so much.”
Sienna’s face fell for a moment, but she quickly smiled.
“It’s… complicated.”
“You don’t want to tell me?” he asked. “You know everything about me, babe. Why are you keeping this from me? I could help.”
“Maybe not now, Vince. I’ll tell you, I promise. Just don’t spoil the mood. It hurts thinking about my sister. She won’t let me in.”
“I can help-”
“Vince,” she cut in.
“Fine.”
“How’s Morticia?” she asked, playing with his hair as he held her hips close.
“She’s okay. I feel so guilty. My best friend got involved in a dirty business because of me. My sister almost lost her life because of me,” he said, his voice heavy with guilt. “I feel like the worst person on earth.”
Concern etched itself onto Sienna’s face.
“No, you’re not. You’re trying to protect your loved ones.”
“And it only gets worse… Simon won’t let go, and now… we don’t know who Void is,” he sighed.
“I guess finding out his identity might free you,” Sienna smiled. “You just have to be yourself, okay?”
Vincent sighed. “What about Klaus?”
“I’m sure he doesn’t mind doing whatever it takes to fight by your side. You’d do the same if it were you,” Sienna said, and a smile finally crept onto Vincent’s face.
His hand cupped her cheek, and he gave her a deep kiss. “Thanks, babe. You made me feel better.”
Sienna chuckled and kissed him back, her hands working on his buttons, undressing him.
Vincent groaned as she stroked herself against his groin. He swiftly laid her down on the couch and hovered over her, their lips still locked as they felt each other’s warmth.