Klaus laid Emily on the couch, then turned and went to the bathroom to turn on the hot water. When he returned to the drawing room, he leaned over Emily.
The flush had not quite faded from Emily's face, and her misty eyes resembled those of a timid fawn. Klaus looked at her and swallowed hard.
Naturally, he slipped his finger inside Emily. It was as if Emily's body belonged to him now.
Emily gasped, "Oh, my God. Oh. Oh, my God."
He moistened her, and she heard the damp sound beneath, as light as the sound of running water, emanating from both of them.
Emily heard Klaus groan as if he were making a mess of her, and in her heart, she knew he needed satisfaction, that it was something exciting for him.
