63|Ready

~Rylee~

I felt his anger, frustration, and relief as he kissed me. His grip on my jaw was tight enough to keep me in place, his free hand curling around my waist, holding me flushed against him.

His fingers smelled of the familiar rustic scent of blood; a fresh sticky mess weaved into my hair as he gripped the back of my head. My hands came up to his chest, fingers trembling at feeling his heart drumming against my palms.

I never realized how much I missed him, how terrified I was of not seeing him again. All these realizations were dawning on me like a raging flood from high up the mountain, washing away the fearless facade I had put on since meeting Carradine in the cafe.

A whimper tumbled past my lips as Klaus pulled away, giving me air. I stood on the tips of my toes, curving my arms around his neck, pulling his lips back down to me.

Klaus sighed, kissing me tenderly. His rough approach melted as my tears rolled down my cheeks.

“I’m here,” he said, pressing our foreheads together.