Novel & Cerita Klaus Mikaelson Hot

“This leads straight to Madison’s office. She’s waiting there for us.” We take the elevator up and find Mak leaning against her desk with a handgun at her side. I glance to the left and see Melina in a nearly identical pose. Mak moves into Moon’s arms and I walk toward Melina. “Hi,” she says shyly with a slight blush. I don’t return the greeting because I pull her into my arms and smash my lips to hers. Not the most elegant welcome, but I fucking need her mouth. If we don’t get Fernandez today, she’s coming back with me anyway. I’m not waiting another day to fuck her and I’ll be damned if I’m doing it quietly.

And seeing that made the desire he had held back for so long appear beyond his control. He bent down to kiss Claire, who was kneeling in front of him. Claire's soft lips were sweet—just right for his. Clare accepted. She returned his kiss gently—with a sweet gesture that made Mikael moan softly. Damn it. What did Claire do that he could give up with just a kiss? And with just that one brief kiss, Mikael could feel his desire spread throughout his body—scorching him with hot currents that overtook his head. Mikael broke their kiss to look at Claire, who was also looking at him wistfully—with a desire that she still couldn't understand.

Then he returned to his seat. I was tempted to ask about Amelia and Marcel's case, but he looked so happy right now, I didn't want to break the magic. He got busy again, and I just sat there, looking at him, watching him, memorizing and admiring every feature of his face. It was until I felt a small ache on my cheeks that I realized that I had been smiling all the while. "Valerie, I can smell your arousal." Klaus spoke after a while, breaking the silence between us.

And tonight I intend to receive it. I make my way into the bathroom and switch the shower on. I hear his smart shoes click across the kitchen marble, before he shouts, "baby? You home?" I'm not sure if it's because I haven't released any sexual tension for five days, but I'm extra sensitive to the deep grumble of his voice. It sends rhythms of excitement straight to my core, and I sigh as the hot water trickles down my back at the same time.

Klaus shouldn't have been someone special to me. But now, it was too late to escape. "Ugh... Klaus..." I cried out his name, pleading for mercy from my tormentor, but the fire in Klaus's eyes only burned brighter. His breath enveloped me, scorching me, leaving me trapped in a fiery hell. "Eat it." Klaus's voice was low and gravelly, not looking at me as he instructed. His member appeared before me, terrifying in its size. I looked at Klaus with fear, but in the darkness, he resembled a devil.

Julia's breath caught. For a moment, the world narrowed to just him, to the memory of his hands on her skin, the way he'd made her feel alive and reckless and free. Then his gaze swept past her without recognition, and she remembered: he had no idea who she was. "Massimo," Mikal said, his voice deeper than Julia remembered, roughened by cigarettes or vodka or both. "Your hospitality is appreciated." "Mikal." Massimo's tone could have frozen vodka. "It's been too long." "Not long enough, I think we both would say." The tension between them crackled like electricity.

To experiment… and to help him forget about Damon and his excesses. Klaus placed a finger under my chin and with it, he pushed my face until I was looking into his emotion filled eyes. My breath hitched in my throat when I was met with his and without thinking, I let out a breath, one that seemed to fan his face. He mused; “You’re hot” “Mhmn,” “But not from fever… you’re hot because you want me.” He continued.

Like, chandelier-so-big-it-has-its-own-zip-code massive. We walked into a long, luxurious dining hall, and there he was—Klaus, lounging like he owned the air we breathed. Which, let’s be real, he probably believed he did. But beside him… Oh. Oh, hello. Who the hell is that?! Another ridiculously handsome man was seated next to Klaus, and for a second, I thought maybe someone had duplicated the “hot Mikaelson” template and forgot to turn the difficulty settings down. This guy looked just as powerful. Just as timeless.

I said, trying to start a conversation. "A lot," she laughed. * * * "Clarison is a beautiful name" I smiled. "I know," she laughed. "So, why don't we go to a hotel and you know" I licked my lips. "I get what you are saying. Let's go already" she said as she stood up, wiggling her hips as she walked. * * * Clarison Mitchell 'This man is even easier to fool than I thought' I smiled at him as we entered the room.

“Well, I slept with Hunter if that’s what you’re asking.” My mouth gapes open with surprise at my friend’s confession. “What? Are you serious?” She nods her head and takes a bite of her toast. “Yeah. and he was really good.” A childish giggle escapes her lips as she chews her toast. “We also made plans to go out this weekend.” I sputter in surprise and reach for the other piece of toast. “Wow, that was fast.” Maleah nods her head enthusiastically as she snatches the toast from my hand and takes a large bite out of it. “Yeah, it was, but I like him. He’s so cute and sweet. Plus, he’s super energetic in bed.” She mutters with a sly smile. “Anyway, how about you and Micah? He was pissed when he