"Hmp..."
Moans and groans filled the room as Klaus’s lips moved against Morticia's, passionate, hard, and possessive. His fingers trailed down her spine, sending electric currents through her body.
He broke the kiss and gazed at her with those dark, metallic eyes.
"Do you like my touch?" he asked, repeating the motion and pausing at the hook of her bra. She swallowed hard, feeling his breath against her skin.
She nodded, unable to find her voice. His touch had stolen her breath, and all she could think about was kissing his lips again.
"C'mon, say it, Bunnie. I want to hear it from those full lips of yours. Use them," Klaus whispered, his words stirring something deep inside her—desire.
"Yes..." her voice came out hushed, more like a soft moan. He smiled, clearly enjoying the way her
