Niklaus responded with an intensity that took her breath away. His hand moved from her waist, sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that spoke of years of longing, of desire left unspoken. The kiss grew fierce, passionate, as if he were pouring every ounce of emotion he had into it.
Emily's hands moved to his chest, gripping his shirt as if she needed to hold on to something, anything, to keep herself grounded. She could feel the rapid thudding of his heart beneath her palm, a mirror to her own racing pulse. Her mind spun, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the moment, by the way his touch sent fire through her veins.
Niklaus tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss even further, his mouth exploring hers with a fervor that left no room for doubt. He wanted her—needed her—in a way that went beyond mere words. His lips left hers for a brief second, only to trail down her jawline, pressing heated kisses along her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Emily..." he breathed against her skin, his voice hoarse with desire, his grip on her never loosening. "You're mine."
His words, whispered against her skin, sent a shockwave through her. There was no mistaking the possessiveness in his tone, the dark promise of what he felt. He pulled her closer, his lips finding hers once more, sealing the vow in a kiss that was as much a claim as it was a confession.
As their lips collided again, the fierceness of their kiss spoke volumes. Niklaus, unable to contain his desire, snapped his fingers, and with a flash, they were transported to his room. The sudden shift only fueled their passion. He pushed her onto the bed with a force that matched the intensity of their kisses. Their eyes locked, burning with an insatiable hunger.
Emily, now beneath him, gazed up with a fierce, intoxicating boldness fueled by the effects of the wine. Her fingers tangled in Niklaus's hair, drawing him down for a kiss that was as urgent as it was passionate. The fire between them ignited further as Niklaus's restraint shattered, a low growl escaping him that reverberated with the intensity of his release.
He pinned her wrists to the bed with a possessive grip, his lips claiming hers in a deep, relentless kiss that spoke of unrestrained desire. Emily's breath quickened as she managed to push him back just enough to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. Her movements were quick and determined, the alcohol lending her an uncharacteristic boldness. She unbuttoned his shirt with an almost frantic energy, the fabric falling away to the floor in a crumpled heap.
As the shirt hit the ground, Emily slid closer to him, her eyes locked onto his with an unspoken challenge. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick and palpable. Niklaus's gaze was equally intense, filled with a mix of desire and something deeper—a longing that had simmered beneath the surface for too long.
Niklaus, eager to rid her of her remaining garments, snapped his fingers once more. Her dress transformed into a cascade of rose petals that fluttered to the floor, leaving her in just her petticoat and corset. He wasted no time and swiftly removed her corset, his hands exploring her exposed skin with a mix of reverence and need.
Emily's moans filled the room as Niklaus marked her neck with fervent kisses and bites. His hands, rough yet tender, slid beneath her petticoat, deftly removing her garters. The sensation of his touch, coupled with the intimate, consuming passion of the moment, made her gasp and writhe with a mix of pleasure and anticipation
Niklaus's head dipped to the valley of her petticoat, his lips brushing teasingly against her skin. He traced a deliberate path with his tongue from the curve of her breast, moving slowly up to her neck. The sensation was torturous, an exquisite blend of pleasure and frustration. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers through her, heightening her desire.
His hand, guided by a primal urgency, began drawing slow, deliberate circles on her dampened core. The warmth and wetness he encountered only fueled his own desire, creating a palpable tension between them.
Emily, consumed by the intensity of her emotions, gasped out his name for the first time. "Klaus," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. The way she said his name, both urgent and intimate, was a revelation in itself. Until now, she had only ever addressed him by his title, never by his name. The shift was electrifying, adding another layer to the already charged atmosphere.
Her words, however, were more than just a plea for his touch. "It is hot," she managed to say, her hands trying to slip out of the constraining petticoat. The fabric seemed to cling to her, adding to the heat of the moment.
Niklaus's gaze, intense and unwavering, locked onto hers. His red eyes, burning with a fierce passion, contrasted sharply with her blue ones, which were now darkened with desire. He hovered above her, the power dynamics shifting as he took in every detail of her flushed, yearning expression.
"What did you say?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, barely above a whisper, but full of an almost predatory anticipation.
"I—It is hot," Emily repeated, her voice faltering slightly as she attempted to free herself from the petticoat. The realization of what she had just said, coupled with her open display of vulnerability, only added to the heat of the moment.
Before she could fully process the shift, she found herself caught in the grip of his touch. "Klaus," she said again, her voice now laden with both desperation and surrender.
In response, Niklaus pressed his hand firmly against her core, the pressure eliciting a loud, uncontrolled moan from her. The sound of her pleasure, raw and unfiltered, seemed to ignite a fire within him. The combination of her gasps, his touch, and the overwhelming heat of their shared desire created an almost unbearable tension, driving them both to the brink of their passions.
Niklaus's hand pressed firmly against Emily's core, and the intensity of the sensation sent a sharp moan from her lips. It was unrestrained, raw, and it ignited something deep within him. The sound of her pleasure was like fuel to his already burning desire, and his self-control teetered on the edge.
His mouth found her neck, his lips moving hungrily over her soft skin, trailing down to her collarbone, then lower to the upper swell of her breasts. The scent of her skin and the warmth of her body beneath him were intoxicating. Unlike before, Emily wasn't passive—she pressed herself more into him, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if urging him not to stop.
In one swift motion, he tore at the back of her petticoat, his restraint faltering. His beast wanted to claim her fully, to mark her as his in every way. But as his eyes roved over her flushed face, he remembered she was drunk. He fought against the primal urge clawing at him, forcing himself to put a leash on the desire raging inside. His hands shook as he struggled to keep control.
"Klaus," Emily whispered, her voice thick with need. The sound of his name on her lips, desperate and aching, shattered the last of his restraint. His hands tightened around her, but he knew he couldn't give in.
With a growl of frustration, he looked away from her. His jaw clenched as his fiery eyes began to shift, one of them turning a cold gray. The temperature in the room plummeted, the cool air sweeping over Emily's heated skin, causing her to shiver slightly. It was his way of trying to calm the flames that were raging between them.
He exhaled heavily, pushing himself up from the bed, his body still thrumming with desire, but his mind now in control. "I can't, princess. Not like this," he muttered, his voice hoarse, torn between wanting her and knowing it wasn't right.
Her eyes followed him, confused, her body still aching for him. "… why?" she asked, her voice soft, laced with the vulnerability that came from being on the brink of something so intense, only to have it pulled away.
He turned to her, his expression conflicted, pain and desire flickering in his gaze. "Because you're not yourself right now. You're drunk, Emily," he said softly, though his voice held a hard edge. "I want you—more than anything—but not like this. Not when you can't fully choose it."
His eyes flickered with regret, but also determination. He pulled away, standing from the bed as he called for a maid. Within minutes, the maid arrived, bringing a tray with lemon water as Niklaus had requested.
He took the glass and handed it to Emily, his fingers brushing against hers as she took it from him. "Drink," he said, his voice gentle but commanding. "It'll help."
Emily, though still hazy from the alcohol, nodded and drank the water slowly, her head spinning less as the cool liquid settled in her stomach. Niklaus watched her closely, his eyes softening as he saw the tension in her body ease. When she finished, he gently guided her back onto the bed, cradling her in his arms.
Once she finished, he gently guided her back onto the bed, cradling her against him with a tenderness that both comforted and infuriated her. "Sleep now," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple—a gesture that felt achingly sweet and yet maddeningly frustrating. "We'll talk in the morning."
But the intoxicating haze emboldened her, fueling a reckless defiance that clashed with her previous reservations. "I know I am drunk, but I want it to happen, Niklaus, please," she pleaded, her voice a heady mixture of desperation and fierce longing.
In a sudden surge of confidence, she shrugged off his arms, reclaiming her autonomy as she shifted to straddle his lap. The proximity intensified the heat that radiated between them, a magnetic pull that left her breathless. Being drunk felt like a mistake, yet in this moment, it became a catalyst for her daring spirit.
She pulled him closer, her lips crashing onto his with an urgency that sent her heart racing, the kiss igniting the air around them like a spark setting fire to dry grass. It was as if the very world around them had crumbled away, leaving only this moment—raw, intense, and electric. In that singular heartbeat, nothing else mattered.
As their lips met, the space between them evaporated, and they were enveloped in a cocoon of shared heat. The kiss was fierce, a heady mix of desperation and yearning that poured out of her, igniting an answering fire within him. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, deepening the connection as if she were trying to fuse their souls together.
Niklaus responded with a ferocity that matched her own, his lips moving against hers with an insatiable hunger. He captured her mouth, teasing and exploring, coaxing her to surrender completely. His kiss was commanding, yet intoxicatingly tender, as he tilted her head to gain better access. The warmth of his breath brushed against her skin, sending shivers cascading down her spine.
She could feel his hands roaming, finding their way to the small of her back, drawing her against him with a possessiveness that made her pulse quicken. It was a dance of urgency, their mouths moving together in perfect harmony, every touch a silent declaration of their desires. She lost herself in the taste of him, a mix of warmth and something distinctly Niklaus—heady, intoxicating, and utterly irresistible.
Each press of his lips sent waves of longing coursing through her, igniting every nerve ending, overwhelming her senses. He kissed her with a wild abandon, his tongue teasing her lips, urging her to open up, to let him in. When she complied, their tongues intertwined, igniting a firestorm of passion that consumed them both. The kiss deepened, became more frantic, as if they were both racing against time, trying to devour each other before the moment slipped away.
In that heated exchange, they seemed to lose themselves completely. The way he kissed her back was not just a response; it was an affirmation of everything that lay between them—the tension, the conflict, the unyielding desire that had simmered beneath the surface. He pulled her even closer, their bodies molded together as if they were made for one another.
The kiss became a wild, unrestrained exploration; every flick of his tongue and every deepened sigh sent shudders of pleasure spiraling through her. Her body ached for him, every heartbeat a reminder of the undeniable chemistry that crackled in the air.
As the kiss began to slow, their breaths mingling, the heat remained, an unquenchable flame. Niklaus's lips brushed against hers one last time, a soft yet intense caress that lingered in the air between them, a silent vow of the passion that lay ahead. In that suspended moment, both knew that whatever boundaries had existed before had been shattered, leaving only the fierce, burning desire to explore the depths of their connection.