Klaus slammed the door shut with his hand. His fiery tongue pierced her lips, surged into her mouth, and then thrust in again, intertwining with hers. She tasted as delicious as ever.
Klaus's lips moved from her face to her cheeks, her earrings, her neck, and he yearned to leave his mark on every inch of her body.
"Klaus," Emily called out to him, her hand pressing against his chest to pause him. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"
"Nothing happened, Emily..." Klaus murmured, his eyes growing more solemn. His lips pressed against hers with a hunger he'd felt before. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, causing Emily's eyes to widen.
He kissed her long and hard—their tongues mingling and dancing with each other, and the atmosphere grew more intense.
