77|Overwhelmed

~Rylee~

“You,” I said, my voice gravelly. “I want you, Klaus.”

Klaus roughly spun me around. His long fingers are still clutching my hair tight. He is breathing as hard as I am, lips ghosting mine as he asked, “what about me, huh, gattina?” He pulled my hair back, growling against my neck, nuzzling his nose on its length. I shivered. “Be specific.”

I reached up, coiling my hands around his neck, gripping his hair. “I want you inside me. Fuck me.”

The heat between my thighs was enough to burn me inside out. This temporary celibacy we were forced to take because of our recovery from Spain, and my unstable emotions made tears pool in my eyes. I blinked it back.

“Where?” he asked with a smile in his voice, nibbling my earlobes. “How… Be fucking specific, Rose,” he said, “or I’ll keep you on edge all night.”

‘Oh boy,’ his playful tone intensified the throbbing between my legs, feeding my excitement and desire.

His lips hovered over mine, but before our lips collided, I snaked my foot on hi