Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, including explicit scenes, strong language, and adult situations. It may not be suitable for younger readers. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please skip this chapter.
A few hours later, Katrina was home, ready for bed, wrapped in comfortable silk pajamas that slid smoothly against her skin. The house was plunged into peaceful silence, lit only by the dim glow of a bedside lamp. She was about to turn it off when a sharp knock sounded at the door, startling her. *Who could it be at this time?* she thought, a shiver of worry running through her. She walked towards the entrance, bare feet on the cold floor, and hesitantly opened the door. Before her stood Klaus, tall and imposing, his dark gaze charged with an intensity that made her take a step back.
- Klaus? What are you doing here? Everything is fine ? she asked, her voice trembling, a mixture of surprise and concern in her eyes.
But Klaus didn't answer. Instead, he strode forward, capturing her lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, as he entered the house and closed the door behind him with a sharp gesture. Katrina's eyes widened, frozen in shock, but her body reacted instinctively, a familiar warmth rising within her. Unknown to them, Léana had followed them discreetly, and from the shadows of the street, she saw Klaus enter and the door close. She clenched her fists, burning rage twisting her insides, before turning on her heel and walking away into the night, her heart filled with jealousy.
Inside, Klaus was kissing Katrina with all-consuming urgency, his hands framing her face, his tongue exploring her mouth as if he wanted to possess her whole. They finally separated from lack of air, panting, their foreheads pressed together. Katrina, her cheeks reddening, placed a hand on his chest to weakly push him away.
- Klaus, it's not good... I could be your mother... she whispered, her voice breathless, an inner conflict visible in her green eyes.
Klaus gently caressed her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, making her shiver despite herself.
- But you're not. For me, you are a woman... An incredible woman, he replied in a deep voice, vibrant with desire, his eyes boring into hers with a sincerity that disarmed her.
"Klaus..." she breathed, hesitant, ready to protest further, but before she could form a complete sentence, he gently but firmly pushed her onto the living room couch.
She fell back onto the soft cushions, surprised, and Klaus came to sit on top of her, his body weighing just enough to trap her without crushing her. He captured her lips again, slower this time, but with a depth that made her moan despite herself. Katrina resisted for a moment, her hands pushing against his muscular shoulders.
- Wait... We shouldn't... It's bad... she panted between two kisses, her body already betraying her budding excitement.
But Klaus ignored her protests, moving his lips down her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, his hands slipping under her pajamas to caress her flat stomach.
- Shh... Let yourself go, Katrina... You want it as much as I do, he whispered against her skin, his hoarse voice sending waves of pleasure through her.
Katrina arched her back involuntarily, a muffled moan escaping her lips. *I shouldn't... It's too dangerous...* she thought, but her resistance melted like snow in the sun under Klaus' expert assaults.