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Klaus hesitated for a long moment, his mind still foggy, but eventually responded to the kiss, his lips parting with renewed hunger. He flipped her over, finding himself on top of her, dominating. During their passionate embrace, Léana's face blurred in his mind, transforming into Katrina's – her green eyes, her full lips, her captivating smile. Believing it was her, Klaus deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with fiery possessiveness. His hands moved down her naked body, caressing every curve with feverish reverence: her shoulders, her sides, the roundness of her breasts. He placed fine kisses all along her face, moving down to her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, then to her collarbone, leaving red marks of desire.
Arriving at her chest, he pinched the hardened nipples between his fingers, rolling them gently then harder, making Léana cry out. He wrapped his tongue around a nipple, playing with it, licking it in slow circles before sucking hungrily, nibbling it just enough to send flashes of painful pleasure through his body.
- Aaaah... Aah... Klaus.... Oh... Yesiiii.... Oh.... Yesiiii.... panted Léana, arching her back, her hands gripping the sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations despite the emotional confusion.
With his free hand, Klaus moved down towards her intimacy, his fingers brushing the swollen and soaked lips, playing with her clit with expert pressures. Léana squirmed beneath him, moaning.
"Aaah... Yes... Yes..." she begged, hips lifting for more contact.
He inserted a finger inside her, making her arch violently, then a second, a third, pumping quickly, stretching her tight wet walls, his thumb rubbing her clit rhythmically. Léana's moans – hoarse, desperate – accentuated the pleasure of Klaus, who grunted against her skin, lost in his illusion.
- Aaaah... Aah... Aaah... Klaus... Aah... she cried, her body trembling.
After a few intense minutes, Léana came deeply, her muscles contracting around her fingers in a convulsive spasm, a primal scream tearing the air. Klaus stood up, panting, and began to undress quickly, removing his pants urgently. But when he put his hands on his boxers, the mist suddenly cleared. He blinked, realizing with horror that it wasn't Katrina in front of him, but Léana, out of breath and still trembling from her orgasm. He froze, his heart racing, a wave of guilt washing over him.
Léana, noticing his hesitation, got up and approached, placing kisses on his chest, her hands going down to his boxers.
- What's wrong, my love? Let go, she whispered in a coaxing voice, trying to get the fabric off him.
But Klaus stopped him firmly, shaking his head.
- I... I'm not in the mood, he mumbled, his voice tense, avoiding her gaze.
Léana, irritated and frustrated, insisted, forcing his hand:
- Come on, Klaus, you can't leave me like this! We've already started, we can continue as if nothing happened and have an unforgettable night...
He cut her off roughly, his anger exploding like a storm:
- I DON'T WANT! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND? he yelled, veins bulging on his neck, eyes blazing with rage and confusion.
Léana stepped back, agitated and worried, tears welling up in her eyes:
- Of... Sorry... I didn't mean to offend you... I just wanted...
- WHAT DID YOU WANT? WHAT ? SEX... SEX... ALWAYS SEX... THAT'S ONLY YOU'RE INTERESTED IN! Klaus roared, jumping up, picking up his scattered clothes. You know what? I'm leaving!
He quickly got dressed, his movements jerking with fury, and left the room, slamming the door violently behind him, the noise resounding like a clap of thunder. Léana remained alone on the bed, confused, hurt, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body still vibrating with unfinished pleasure, but her heart broken by the rejection.