12 Days of Klaroline Smut
For LuLu, as requested.
When she'd woken that morning to find her hands bound to the bedposts with red silk handkerchiefs, Caroline had felt a brief moment of panic. But once she felt a pair of familiar hands trail possessively across the naked skin of her thighs, her heart started to race for an entirely different reason. Now the skin of her wrists were rubbed raw from her constant yanking on her restraints, but the hybrid trailing his lips across her skin was anything but merciful.
She gritted her teeth, her elongated fangs digging into the skin of her gums as his fingers slowly and tortuously pumped in an out of her at an agonizing pace.
Klaus' own fangs were scraping lightly against the skin of her abdomen, his lips quirked up into a smirk when he felt her body buck up underneath him. His free hand dug into the skin of her hip as he held her down, a low growl escaping from his throat when she hissed his name in a wanton tone. "Patience, love," he said, curving his fingers inside her wet heat and hearing her cry out.
"Damn it, Klaus, just get on with it," she growled, her toes curling into the sheets as she strained her body closer to his thrusting hand.
His cock hardened in response, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside and show her just how much of an Alpha male he truly was. But this morning was about her pleasure, rather than his own…for the moment at least.
Caroline gasped when his fingers suddenly withdrew from her, and she could feel the veins under eyes protrude as she glared down at him. But her rage filled sneer was quickly wiped away when his head lowered to the space between her legs, and she moaned, throwing her head back, when his tongue quickly took up his fingers' previous motions.
Her hips bucked, and she cried out, a string of swear words pouring from her lips as he stroked and thrust, his small moans of delight playing a delicious rhythm against her throbbing clit.
Her fingers wrapped around the silk encasing her wrists, her nails digging into the skin of palms. She could feel the tiny rivers of blood from the wounds trickling down her arms, but they were null and void compared to the shocks of pleasure Klaus' tongue was wreaking on her at that moment.
She could feel the end coming. She could feel her inner walls trembling, could feel her orgasm threatening to burst forth…
And then two fingers dove deep into her roughly, matching his tongue's frantic pace as his human teeth nibbled at her throbbing nub, and with a quick curl of his fingers, she was exploding around him, her voice shrieking against the walls of the bedroom.
She didn't care who heard her. She didn't care what intrusive ears were listening at the end of the hall.
She only cared about the hybrid lapping at the juices between her legs, murmuring his delight.
She gasped, her hips falling back to the bed with a thump, and she felt her undead heart crashing against her chest.
She gazed down at him with hooded eyes, watching as he raised himself to his knees, sticking his glistening fingers into his mouth to lick away the evidence of her orgasm. His eyes closed as he hummed low in his throat, and she felt her stomach tighten. She watched as he smiled, crawling towards her as he placed wet, open mouthed kisses across her sweat soaked skin. He chuckled as he met her lips with his.
"It's not the morning without a hearty feast, love."