Klaus
I stand there stark naked, and rock hard, my head swirling with the most inappropriate thoughts to ever cross my head.
She comes closer, wrapping her hand around my hardened length, her fingers are warm, and firm, which sends endless shivers down my spine.
I grab her hand before she can do anything else, "You know if you do anything else, you'll have to take responsibility for it, right?" My voice drops to a hoarse whisper.
Her lips curl into a knowing smile, her hand gently breaking free from my grip, "I know exactly what I'm doing," her hand going back to trace the tips in circles.
"I think it'll be better if you sat," she directs me back to the chair, making me sit.
She also gets on top of me, straddling me softly, her eyes glimmering with mischief, and maybe.. want?
She leans in, her weight soft, but pressing against me, and suddenly my thoughts are a mess.
I let my body move on its own, and I place my hands on the curve of her ass.
Her smirk widens, and her eyes sparkle more. Her hands go on to trace the curve of my jaw.
"Klaus, I have a request to make," she says, her hands gliding down to caress my shoulders.
I sigh deeply as her hands press into my shoulder blades, "Yes?"
"Now that we're married, can we announce our marriage to the public the next day?"
Her warm, soft fingers press down, massaging my shoulders.
"Y-yes," a soft groan escapes my lips as she leans in and places a soft kiss on my collarbone, "We can do that."
Her hands glide down to my chest, lightly flicking my left nipple. A low hum slips past my lips, my chest pounding so hard.
She chuckles, "Well, actually, I would like them to recognize me as your wife now. You know, so some situations, can be avoided."
My mind's a haze of pleasure, so I can't figure out what exactly she's talking about. My fingers dig into the swell of her ass, earning a delicious moan from her.
She presses her breasts against my chest, and slams her lips on mine.
Heat flares through my body, pooling at the base of my stomach. I wrap my hands around her waist, and she does so around my neck. The kiss deepens with urgency, her legs straddling my bare thighs.
My hands slide up her back, propping her a little higher with my knees, making our lips disentangle. I dip my face into the curve of her breasts, placing a wet kiss on her right breast, then giving it a light suck.
Her hands grip the back of my head firmly as she leans more into my face, suffocating me with her gracious chest.
I trace my lips down her breast, then up her neck again.
The thoughts of why she married me in the first place, flash in my head. Getting back at Zuriel– just that.
Suddenly, I freeze, unable to continue.
Aurora pants softly, looking down at me, "W-why did you stop?"
I push myself back, feeling a wave of hurt wash over me.
She arches her brow, "Did I do something wrong?"
"After you're done with Zuriel, will you end our marriage?" I ask.
Her pupils dilate as she pulls away from me. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out from her lips.
I sigh deeply, taking that as an answer. Although I don't mind her getting back at Zuriel, the thought that she'd leave me one day, hurts.
Probably because of my face, she gets off me, standing beside the chair looking somewhat guilty.
I stand up, and reach for my towel that's still lying on the ground.
"We agreed for it to be a contract marriage for a year," she finally speaks up.
I mentally curse myself, wrapping the towel around my waist. Of course it's a contract, it's not her fault.
"I'm sorry," I mumble, walking back into the closet.
"Klaus..." She calls after me, but I'm too hurt to think straight anymore, I just close the door behind me.
I hiss, holding my head in my hands. My body still tingles from the aftermath of her hands on me.
Truth is, I always wanted this. I long noticed Aurora before she was married to Zuriel.
At that time, I was too scared to approach her, and confess my feelings. I did confide in my mother, but she dismissed my feelings, claiming she was wolfless, and wasn't fit for a Lycan like me. But I never cared.
My wolf would always growl in pain anytime I couldn't get close to her. I had tried so many times to man up and tell her how I felt, but each time I would chicken out, and back out of the plan at the last minute.
A year later, I found out Zuriel was getting married to her instead. I felt so angry, and betrayed, especially since Mother had said she wasn't fit for me. In my despair, I didn't attend their wedding. I just couldn't stand watching the woman I loved so much get married to another man.
All because of my cowardice, I had to pretend I didn't know she was once my brother's wife when I had met her the day before.
"Tch, I married you because I had an opportunity to. I love you Aurora," I whisper, feeling my chest tighten at every word.
I raise my head, my head pounding. I still don't know how I should tell her how I feel. For some reason, I just can't. It makes me feel like a coward, and hate myself even more.
I reach for my favourite set of pajamas, then slide into them.
I still have a year with her. I'll have to tell her how I feel, I just have to. I can't bear the thought of her leaving me after a year.
I heave deeply, and come out of the closet. Aurora has now slid into bed.
I feel worse. I didn't intend to make her feel like the villain here, so I walk up to the bed, and go on my knees.
"Aurora," I call softly.
She flips on her side, facing me. Her eyes widen, and she sits up.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act the way I did," I hang my head.
"It's fine, you don't have to–"
"Please forgive me. I'm really sorry," I take her hand into mine, "I promise not to think of it again."
I raise my eyes to meet her flushed face.
"You don't have to do this," she squeezes my hand.
"I won't stand up until you say you forgive me."
"What? I'm not even mad at you," she chuckles nervously.
"Do you forgive me?" I maintain my stance.
She heaves, then nods, slipping out of the bed, "Yes, I forgive you. Can you stand up now?"
I get to my feet, pulling her in a tight embrace, "Thank you."
She wraps her hand around my back, patting it.
"That's okay. We should go to sleep now. It's pretty late," She disengages from my embrace, going back to the bed.
I stand there, feeling half relieved, and half pained.