Katrina placed a soft kiss on Klaus's lips.
"Well said…"
Klaus smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His fingers were already sliding toward the collar of her nightgown.
"What if we did it… now?"
He began slowly unbuttoning the buttons, one by one, gradually revealing Katrina's soft skin. She blushed instantly, her breath a little short.
"Klaus…"
He tilted his head, a predatory smile on his lips.
"You can't blame me… Especially with this new body… You have no idea how many different ways I've already imagined inaugurating it."
Before she could answer, he pulled her against him and kissed her with a hunger that had been held back for too long. His tongue invited itself into her mouth, exploring, claiming. Katrina moaned weakly against his lips, her hands coming to grip his shoulders.
Klaus slid the nightgown down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes traveled over every centimeter of her skin, her firm breasts, the curve of her waist, down to where her thighs met.
"Fuck…" he murmured in a rough voice. "You're even more beautiful than in my fantasies."
He tipped her onto the bed and lay above her. His lips traveled down her neck, sucking, nipping, leaving light red marks. Katrina arched her back, a louder moan escaping her throat.
"Klaus… ahhh…"
His hands slid over her chest. He took one breast into his mouth, sucking the already hardened nipple, while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. Katrina twisted under him, her hips instinctively seeking contact.
"You're already so sensitive…" he observed, lifting his head with an arrogant smile. "It seems this new body is even more reactive than the old one."
"Shut up… and continue," she moaned, her cheeks on fire.
Klaus obeyed. One of his hands slid slowly down her stomach, caressing her burning skin, before slipping between her thighs. He found her already wet intimacy and placed two fingers there, sliding them along her folds.
"Fuck… you're already soaked…" he growled against her ear.
He pushed his fingers into her with a sure motion, curling them to rub that sensitive spot inside. His thumb came to rest on her clitoris, tracing firm, regular circles.
"Ahhh… Klaus… yes…"
Katrina gripped the sheets, her hips rising to meet his fingers. He sped up the rhythm, penetrating deeper, faster, while continuing to massage her clitoris with precision.
"Listen to yourself moan… You're so reactive… so hot around my fingers…"
"Don't… don't stop… please… ahhh… faster…"
His fingers worked relentlessly. Katrina moaned louder and louder, her body tense, her thighs trembling.
"Klaus… I… I'm going to…"
"Come for me," he ordered in a rough voice. "Now."
She exploded with a muffled cry, contracting violently around his fingers. Klaus continued caressing her until the spasms subsided, savoring every shudder of her body.
When he withdrew his hand, his fingers glistened with her pleasure. He quickly got rid of his pants, freeing his already hard and impatient cock. Katrina looked at him, her eyes still veiled with desire.
"Do you want me?" he asked, positioning himself between her legs, the head rubbing against her soaked entrance.
"Yes… fuck, yes… get in…"
He thrust into her in one sharp stroke, to the hilt. Katrina cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back. Klaus groaned heavily, his forehead against hers.
"Shit… you're so tight… so hot…"
He began to move, first slowly, savoring every thrust. Then the rhythm accelerated. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with their moans.
"Harder… Klaus… harder…!"
He obeyed, gripping her hips to take her deeper, more brutally. Katrina arched her back, crying out with every thrust.
"Ahhh… yes… like that… don't stop…!"
Klaus changed the angle, lifting one of her legs to penetrate even deeper. Katrina let out a high-pitched cry, her eyes widening.
"There… right there… fuck… Klaus… I'm going to again…"
"Not yet," he growled. "I want to feel you come on me a second time."
He deliberately slowed down, making her moan in frustration, then started taking her hard again. His fingers slid between their bodies to rub her clitoris once more in rhythm with his thrusts.
Katrina didn't resist long. A second orgasm tore through her violently, making her cry out his name. Her walls clenched around him, making him groan in pleasure.
Klaus didn't stop. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her up onto her knees and penetrated her again from behind, even deeper. Katrina buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries.
"Listen to yourself…" Klaus murmured as he took her hard. "You're so loud… so good…"
"Klaus… ahhh… harder… please…"
He gave her exactly what she asked for. One hand wrapped in her hair, gently pulling her head back, while the other gripped her hip. The rhythm was now brutal, animal. Katrina could no longer form coherent words, only cries and broken moans.
When he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, Klaus flipped her one last time onto her back. He thrust to the hilt, his gaze locked on hers.
"Look at me…" he ordered.
Katrina opened her eyes, tears of pleasure at the edge of her lashes. Klaus came inside her with a long, rough groan, his body tense, his hips pressed against hers. Katrina followed him a third time, crying out weakly, her nails carving marks into his back.
They stayed pressed against each other for a long moment, short of breath, their bodies still joined. Klaus placed slow, tender kisses on her face, her lips, her neck.
"I love you," he murmured against her skin.
Katrina smiled, exhausted and fulfilled, stroking his hair.
"Me too… my favorite bastard."
Klaus burst into a low, rough laugh before kissing her again, more gently this time.