Morticia’s lips parted, her gaze locked with his as she struggled to find words. Her heart raced like a drum, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as Klaus’s words echoed over and over in her head.
He wants her to be his girlfriend.
Was this a dream? If it is, she doesn’t want to wake up.
“You don’t want to?” he questioned, his voice thick yet soft, making her skin tingle. She held onto the wall for support, barely resisting the urge to fall into his arms.
His lips curled up, his face still close as he offered, “If you want to say yes, just kiss me.”
Oh God, Klaus, what are you doing to me?
“I…” Morticia’s voice sounded choked, her face as red as a tomato. That was it-she couldn’t take it anymore.
Throwing caution to the wind, she reached for his neck and pressed her lips against his. She missed this. She missed him so damn much.
Klaus grunted at the contact, shoving his tongue into her mouth, pinning her to the wall as he ravished her lips like it was his last meal.
“Uhm,” Morticia moaned softly as the familiar burn spread through her, like wildfire igniting her whole body. He cupped her breast, the thin fabric doing nothing to stop the warmth of his touch.
His other hand trailed from her back to her hair as he kissed her deeper. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She tasted so good, so good he could kiss her for days. Her soft little moans… he wanted them louder while he did so many things to her.
She was driving him crazy without even trying. He couldn’t get her out of his head; she lingered like a toxic drug, driving him insane. Trailing his hand to her thighs, he lifted her up against him, caressing her soft ass as he carried her to his couch.
She sucked on his lower lip and then pulled it gently, their eyes meeting as they both opened them at once.
“F***, you’re getting so good at this,” Klaus whispered, and Morticia snickered. He kissed her again. “I missed your taste.”
Morticia swallowed, taking a deep breath as she realized what he was about to do.
Klaus pulled down her trousers and panties. Her legs clasped together, still not used to being exposed before him.
“What did I tell you? Don’t hide from me, baby,” he said in a hoarse voice, parting her legs. She was soaking wet, her fluids dripping just from their kiss. She was so sensitive to his touch, and he loved that.
Wrapping her arms around her thighs, he buried his face down there, capturing her folds in his warm, wet mouth. Morticia gasped, her hands clenching onto the couch fabric. Her chest rose and fell with the intense sensations that washed over her like crashing waves.
He held her gaze as he devoured her, his silver chain glittering in the dark, his dark tattoo and lip ring tugging on her folds-all of it driving her insane.
The familiar, powerful burn surged through her. She was floating as he flicked his tongue on her sensitive nub and then plunged it in and out of her.
“Oh… Sin… I… Oh God!” She moaned incoherently, the sounds spilling from her as he drove her over the edge. She climbed higher until she reached her climax, collapsing back onto the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Klaus took in every drop of her, then kissed her thighs. “Good job,” he whispered, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
Morticia sat up, watching him. She had just experienced that intense feeling from just his tongue. He hadn’t used his fingers this time, and it was overwhelming.
She dressed, and when he came back, her face turned red, prompting a smile on Klaus’s lips as he set down an ice cream for her.
“Dinner before dinner,” he mumbled, drawing the food Ava made for him closer. It was his favorite-no, actually, he just had his favorite a minute ago.
“You want some?” he offered to Morticia, who sat awkwardly beside him.
“I had dinner already,” she whispered so softly he almost didn’t hear her.
“Oh… then have ice cream while we watch your favorite show,” he said, and she bit her lip, knowing he was trying hard to make her stay. She didn’t want to leave either.
“You have it here?” she asked in surprise.
“Hm, the cartoon is pretty interesting and annoying. But I want to watch you watch it like I did the other day,” he replied, and her heart skipped a beat.
Oh heavens, his words. How could any girl not fall in love with him?
He’s mine now, Morticia declared possessively in her head.
Soon, SpongeBob was up on the screen, but Morticia wasn’t even concentrating. She glanced at Klaus from time to time as he ate. She couldn’t believe he was now hers… she could only hope he wouldn’t change the next day, as that would hurt her.
After Klaus finished, he took the plate to the kitchen and then joined her. Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away. He stayed quiet while she tried hard to focus on the screen and her ice cream.
Suddenly, she felt Klaus’s arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer until her head rested on his broad chest.
“I want you close. Let’s stay this way,” he whispered, stroking her hair.
Morticia, who had wanted to tell him she’d be leaving soon, pushed that thought away and wrapped her arms around his torso, inhaling his scent.
“This is new to me, Bunnie. If I don’t treat you right… if I hurt you… please let me know.”
She looked up from his chest and met his intense gaze.
“It’s new to me too,” she whispered, and he smiled.
“I guess it’s new to both of us, then. We’ll try to make it work. Hm?”
Morticia nodded, and he hugged her close, letting her rest her head on his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair, caressing it.
Soon, her breathing steadied, indicating she had fallen asleep. He didn’t move for a while, letting her sleep on him.
How would Vincent feel about them once he returned? This was definitely going to cause a rift between them… but Klaus knew he would still have to open up to him about how he now felt about his sister.
“I’m the only one for you… Bunnie,” he muttered.
Morticia stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open to a place that wasn’t her room. It took her a moment to realize she was still at Klaus’s place.
A gasp escaped her lips as she sprang up from the couch. Her mother must be worried sick. She hadn’t returned home last night.
The door opened, and Klaus stepped in from his morning jog, dressed in workout clothes.
“You’re awake,” he said, stepping further in, his face and muscles glistening with sweat.
Morticia shook her head to stop herself from staring. She had her mother to worry about.
“Where’s my phone? I need to call my mom,” she said in a panic, her eyes darting around the living room.
“You left your phone at home. Ava told me last night,” Klaus replied.
“Huh? When? How?” Her eyes widened, wondering what her mother must think.
“You were asleep when she called, wondering if you’d be back. I told her you were asleep, and she asked me not to bother waking you up. Why are you all red? This isn’t the first time you’ve spent the night here,” Klaus said, tilting his head.
Morticia looked away. How could he say that with a straight face?
“I mean… because of what’s between us right now…”
“Hmm?” Klaus raised a brow, curious.
“I just feel… uhm, I don’t know.” She sighed, avoiding his gaze. Why was she acting so weird now?
“Hungry?”
“No… I have to go. I have class this morning.” She stood up, cleared her throat, and forced herself to meet his gaze.
“Thanks for helping my brother,” she said.
“Hm, you did a good job too. You cleared his name.”
“Hm, it wasn’t easy. I felt like a spy doing it,” she chuckled.
“Sienna dug her own grave anyway. That’s why I didn’t bother interfering with her on my way,” Klaus said.
“Huh? What do you mean, she dug her own grave?”
“Peter has been divorced four times. One ex-wife passed away, and the other three aren’t themselves. Peter hits women,” Klaus explained.
Morticia gasped. “Really?!”