“Hmp…”
Moans and groans filled the room as Klaus’s lips moved against Morticia’s, passionate, hard, and possessive. His fingers trailed down her spine, sending electric currents through her body.
He broke the kiss and gazed at her with those dark, metallic eyes.
“Do you like my touch?” he asked, repeating the motion and pausing at the hook of her bra. She swallowed hard, feeling his breath against her skin.
She nodded, unable to find her voice. His touch had stolen her breath, and all she could think about was kissing his lips again.
“C’mon, say it, Bunnie. I want to hear it from those full lips of yours. Use them,” Klaus whispered, his words stirring something deep inside her-desire.
“Yes…” her voice came out hushed, more like a soft moan. He smiled, clearly enjoying the way her body trembled under his touch.
“Yes, what?” he teased, leaning closer and brushing his lips against her chin as his hand slowly unhooked her white lace bra.
“Yes, I like your touch, Klaus,” she replied, feeling hot. His hand was only caressing her back, yet her entire body felt like it was on fire.
He pulled down the hem of her dress, revealing her smooth shoulders and then her breasts, his eyes still locked on hers, glittering in the dim light.
“Then I should continue, right, Bunnie?” he questioned again. Why was he asking all these questions when he knew exactly what she needed?
Just kiss me!
Touch me!
Do whatever you want, Klaus!
She wanted to scream at him, but her mind was too consumed by the magic of his hands below her breasts, his thumb caressing her skin.
A teasing smile spread across his lips. “I like it when you use your words, Bunnie,” he whispered, capturing her nipple between his index and middle finger, giving it a gentle squeeze that made her moan.
“Yes, please,” she muffled.
“Lie on the couch,” he ordered.
She obeyed, getting off him and lying down, her heart racing with anticipation and nervousness. She bit her lip as Klaus hovered over her, placing one knee between her legs to spread them apart.
“Fuck, don’t do that,” he groaned, as if something inside him snapped.
“W-What did I do?” she asked in a whisper, unsure if she had done something wrong.
“Your lip… it’s only meant for me to bite. I might lose control if you bite it yourself,” he said.
Though she didn’t fully understand his words, she nodded, keeping one thing in mind-she shouldn’t bite her lips in front of him.
“W-What are you going to do with me?” Curiosity got the best of her, and the words spilled out.
He chuckled, his voice deep, hoarse, and sexy. “Are you that curious? Relax, baby.”
Heat crept up her cheeks, and her pulse quickened even more at the word “baby.” He was so good at making women fall for his charm, no wonder so many girls wanted him.
Her expression shifted slightly at the thought of other girls, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. Klaus was with her, not them. She was going to savor every moment of this.
He kissed her again, this time soft and gentle-it blew her mind away. But it was short-lived as his lips trailed down to her neck, giving gentle kisses, then moving lower between her breasts.
She recalled the intense feeling from that time in the rain and craved to feel it again.
Just then, she felt his hand trailing up her thigh, lifting her nightgown and reaching her panties. She let out a whimper.
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It was crazy that this was happening. No matter how hard Klaus had tried to stop himself from doing this with his best friend’s sister, she kept pulling him in.
Seducing him with those round eyes, full lips that craved to be ravished by his-he wondered how they would look and feel wrapped around his cock.
Her breasts, round and perfect under his touch, her nipples hardened just from his slightest caress.
Her voice, soft and filled with innocence, made him want to embark on a journey of making her curse his name-Sin.
Her moans were like a sweet melody. He’d never get tired of hearing the sounds that turned him on. He wondered how loud those moans would get when he buried his head between her legs.
His hardness pressed against his boxers, aching to be inside her, to hear her cry out in pleasure and quiver beneath his sinful hold.
Despite all the warnings, she submitted to him.
Oh dear, Bunnie.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice raw as he spread her legs apart.
“Taste? Oh God…” she gasped as his finger brushed against her most intimate part.
She was dripping wet. Her panties were soaked. He pressed his thumb against her folds, the fabric of her cotton panties damp beneath his touch.
“Klaus… uhm,” her chest heaved as she struggled to find her words and control her breathing.
Just as he tugged at her panties, slowly sliding them down, his doorbell rang.
“Young master, you have a visitor,” Liam, the security guard’s voice echoed from the entrance door.
Morticia quickly got off him in haste, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, hoping Liam wouldn’t walk in. Thankfully, he wouldn’t, not without Klaus’s permission.
“Who is it?” Klaus asked roughly, getting up from the couch while Morticia hurried to get dressed. Fuck, who the hell ruined the moment?
“It’s a young man named Chris,” Liam replied. Klaus and Morticia exchanged glances.