Having spent centuries
roaming the Earth, one tends to accumulate quite the assemble of fortune and
That matters very little
however, if a man lives under one roof with the professional thief, a stunning,
Sifting through the
depths of their joint walk-in closet, Klaus curses under his nose when he finds
a big pile of nothing on his shelf.
There’s a low angry
grumble coming from the bedroom, the rustling of sheets and then there she is,
leaning against the doorframe. And for a moment, the hybrid forgets the reason
he called her for.
Almost a century
together and the sight of Caroline Forbes, leisurely standing in nothing but
his henley in front of him, still manages to knock the breath out of his lungs.
Her blonde curls are
messy, still tousled from when he ran his fingers through them at night, buried
deep inside her glorious body. Lids heavy from sleep (and they really didn’t
get that much sleep last night), she’s rubbing her eyes looking entirely too
adorable, with a little pout adorning her face, telling him exactly how unamused
she is by being woken up at this ungodly hour.
“What is it, love?”
she asks teasingly, fixing the sleeve that rolled down her shoulder, the shirt
too large for her, covering her ass and resting in the middle of her thighs.
“It seems you’ve stolen
the last of my clothes from me, sweetheart. And I have a meeting in French
Quarter I need to attend,” he drawls, his eyes roving over her form
Her mouth curve in a
smirk and she licks her delicious lips as her own curious eyes wander over his
Because they might have
been together for decades but they never fail to see.
To crave, to need, to
take and give in return.
She’s a regal vision and
even though he has seen her in the most luxurious garments over the years,
haute-couture, lace, silk or leather, this is by far his most beloved sight.