( he has no protest despite the loss; on the contrary — his eyes are dark with pupils blown, revelry in her show of force in the hint of his dimples. his back hits the bed but immediately his shoulders lift from it. (he feels a rush from her bared and commanding above him. he wants to claim her; he wants her to have her way. he wants everything and in this wild passion he will take it.)
he buries her fingers in her hair, savoring the softness of her cheek and the shape of her face cradled in his palm before delighting in the silk of those locks he reveres so much. his skin sings for hers; he arcs slightly at the brush of her body, heats and melts at the slide of her hand. klaus does nothing but aid her endeavor, helping her undo his belt and shuck his jeans down his hips. )
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
he buries her fingers in her hair, savoring the softness of her cheek and the shape of her face cradled in his palm before delighting in the silk of those locks he reveres so much. his skin sings for hers; he arcs slightly at the brush of her body, heats and melts at the slide of her hand. klaus does nothing but aid her endeavor, helping her undo his belt and shuck his jeans down his hips. )