[ his hunger rumbles in his throat, dark and wanting, feeling the insistence of her hips, hearing her moans, tasting the trickle of her arousal, a shock and an addiction, against his tongue. klaus pushes back, presses forward with no mind to her balance with her so caged, buries his face so deep it is a struggle to breathe in anything but her scent. it is what he wants, what he craves:
her pleasure to drive her mad, her pleasure taken for himself. the way it must feel to her to have his tongue stroke her, taste her, press and lick at her clit. this is about power. emptinesses needing to be filled. helpless frustrations being given comforts. she is warm, and beautiful, and right, and he need not indulge, duty-bound, to want her. he need not wallow away in the dankness of this empty apartment, drinking bottle after bottle as he paces. he has her, inspiring something real, something else, something genuine and frightful and primal.
his tongue drags along her slit, up between her cheeks and back again, swirling as he presses his hand to her lower back, forces its slight curve deeper to take more of her, to take and give more. she is at his disposal, truly for the first time, wanting without the newness of their desires fulfilled, without the initial uncertainties, without the finality. this is lust and connection; darkness and light unfettered by goodbyes. he hums as he eats her, panting, his kiss somehow restless, hot and wet, uncontrolled and precise in its torture all at once. ]
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her pleasure to drive her mad, her pleasure taken for himself. the way it must feel to her to have his tongue stroke her, taste her, press and lick at her clit. this is about power. emptinesses needing to be filled. helpless frustrations being given comforts. she is warm, and beautiful, and right, and he need not indulge, duty-bound, to want her. he need not wallow away in the dankness of this empty apartment, drinking bottle after bottle as he paces. he has her, inspiring something real, something else, something genuine and frightful and primal.
his tongue drags along her slit, up between her cheeks and back again, swirling as he presses his hand to her lower back, forces its slight curve deeper to take more of her, to take and give more. she is at his disposal, truly for the first time, wanting without the newness of their desires fulfilled, without the initial uncertainties, without the finality. this is lust and connection; darkness and light unfettered by goodbyes. he hums as he eats her, panting, his kiss somehow restless, hot and wet, uncontrolled and precise in its torture all at once. ]