OFF LIMITS: FALLING FOR THE WRONG BRENNAN

UNRAVELING 2

She shuddered, biting her lip as her eyes glazed over, her hands still fisted in my shirt.

"How... how do you intend to punish me?"

My eyes traced every inch of her face, memorising every curve while storing away every sound that slipped out of her lips. I was selfishly glad no one else could see her like this, flushed and breathless for me.

With a smug grin, I buried my face in the crook of her neck, mapping her skin with slow kisses.

"That's for me to know and for you to accept, doll."

I pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.

"So tell me, Adriana Coleman. Do you accept your punishment?"

She held my gaze and slowly swept her tongue across her lips, and that alone was enough of an answer for me.

I kissed her again, moving from her lips to her jaw, then down to her neck. She shivered, her fingers sliding into my hair as I trailed lower. For some reason I suddenly hated every piece of clothing on her, especially that asshole's shirt.

My hands caught the edge of Sean's jersey before I ripped it clean in half.

She yelped. "Klaus!"

I smirked against her skin. "I f*****g hate seeing it on you. I've been wanting to take it off."

She smacked my shoulder. "You could've just asked instead of destroying it. What am I even supposed to tell him now?"

I only grinned before my hands slid lower.

"Klaus," she whispered shakily as my fingers traced down her thighs.

Every tiny reaction she gave me made something dark and possessive stir inside me.

"What are you—"

"Shh, doll," I murmured. "I'm trying to think, but you're making that very difficult."

Her breath caught when my hand slipped beneath her skirt.

"Do you feel what you do to me?"

I grabbed her hand and pressed it against the front of my trousers as I settled between her thighs, letting her feel the growing aching bulge.

"This," I rasped, "is what happens every time I think about you."

Pressing a kiss to each of her thighs, I pushed her skirt higher. The fabric rode up her knees, her thighs, until the hem pooled at her hips. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes tracing the sight of her, legs open, chest rising and falling, waiting.

She tried to shut her legs but I gripped her knees.

"Do not do that, Adriana. You're a sight to behold."

She shivered. "What... is this right?"

I smiled up at her.

"The line between right and wrong blurred a long time ago when it comes to you, Adriana."

"Klaus—"

"And I know after this, I won't be able to keep my hands off you anymore and honestly, I don't even want to." I exhaled. "I just want you close to me. I want to keep you. Maybe this thing between us has been there longer than I wanted to admit."

My thumb brushed against her thigh. "I stopped fighting whatever this pull between us is a long time ago." I held her gaze. "So tell me, Adriana. Do you want this? Do you want me? Because once I let myself have you, I don't think I'll be able to stop."

She looked at me for a long moment before she nodded.

"I want you too, Klaus."

Without breaking our gaze, her hands slipped under her skirt. Slowly, so f*****g slowly, she hooked her fingers into her panties and rolled them down her thighs, past her knees, over her ankles. She tried to ball them in her palm but I took them from her, bringing the damp fabric to my nose and inhaled. Her scent hit me hard. Sweet. Intoxicating. I held her gaze as I tucked the fabric into my pocket.

Then I looked down.

She was bare. Swollen. Wet. Her core slick, lips parted, glistening in the dim light, her sensitive flesh pulsing and peeking from its hood. The sight knocked the breath clean from my lungs.

"You're so f*****g beautiful."

"Stop teasing me already," she murmured.

With a smug smile, I lowered my mouth to her. I didn't rush. This moment was about her and meeting her needs. I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, moving higher until my tongue found her, a slow flat stroke from the bottom of her slit all the way up. She gasped. The taste of her flooded my tongue, salt and honey, warm and clean. I groaned against her and did it again, slower, savoring.

"Oh... Klaus..." she whimpered.

I wrapped my lips around her c**t and sucked gently. Her hips bucked. Her fingers twisted into my hair. I traced circles with my tongue, long and drawn out, watching her stomach tighten and her head fall back.

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me feel you."

I pushed a finger into her opening and she was so tight, so wet, her walls clenching around me in a grip that made me groan against her skin. I curled my fingers, searching, and when I found that rough spot inside her she cried out. I withdrew my finger to the tip and pushed back inside, keeping the rhythm, my mouth on her c**t and fingers working her at the same time.

"Right there, don't stop," she begged, pushing herself into my mouth.

I didn't stop. I massaged into that spot with every thrust of my fingers while my tongue worked her c**t in steady strokes. Her thighs clamped around my head. Her moans filled the library, broken and desperate and beautiful.

"I'm going to c*m—"

"Do it," I growled against her skin. "c*m on my tongue. Let me taste you."

She shattered with a cry, her body locking, her release flooding my mouth. I licked through every pulse, drinking her down until she was trembling and breathless. I pulled my mouth away but kept my fingers inside her.

She whimpered, a cracked overwhelmed sound.

"Klaus, I can't — it's too much—"

"Yes you can." I pressed my thumb to her c**t, rubbing. "One more, sweetheart. Give me one more."

Tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Please, I really can't—"

I lowered my mouth to her again.

"Yes, you can,"

I sucked her c**t into my mouth while my fingers pushed deep, curling hard against that spot. She sobbed, a raw broken sound, and came again, her whole body convulsing, her cries muffled by her own hand. I felt her pulse around my fingers, hot and overwhelming, and I didn't stop until she was gasping, shaking, totally wrecked.

When I finally pulled back she was crying, soft silent tears rolling down her temples, her chest heaving. I placed a kiss on her thigh, then her stomach, then her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

"That's my good girl."

"You also need—" she started.

I cut her off, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead.

"I'll be fine, doll."

I pulled away before reaching into my bag and grabbing the towel inside.

"I'll get you cleaned up."

I walked toward the sink, wet the towel, then returned to her. She was still sitting exactly where I'd left her, avoiding my eyes completely. A soft chuckle escaped me as I knelt in front of her.

"Sore?" I asked.

She nodded, cheeks turning bright red.

"Right," I murmured, cleaning her up. She winced a few times but never stopped me. When I was done I adjusted her skirt back into place before reaching for her hair.

She hit my hand away.

"Stop treating me like I'm five."

I clicked my tongue. "You're acting like it."

That earned me a glare while I only laughed.

"Take that shirt off," I said, pointing at Sean's ripped jersey.

"Why?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Don't test me, Adriana."

She rolled her eyes before pulling it off. "You already made a mess of it."

Before she could shove it into her bag I snatched it from her.

"I'll return it to him myself."

She snorted. "You're so impossible."

I smirked before pulling my sweater over my head and handing it to her.

She stared at it. "What's this for?"

I pointed toward the damp fabric clinging to her chest.

"Unless you want people noticing that, wear this."

Her cheeks flushed as she slipped my sweater over her head. The oversized fabric swallowed her whole, but even then I could still see the uncertainty and fear lingering in her eyes.

I sighed and took both her hands in mine.

"What do you want to say?"

She chewed nervously on her lip.

"Stop doing that," I groaned.

She laughed before going serious again.

"Can we not tell Molly yet?" she whispered. "And maybe just take things slowly?"

My jaw tightened for a moment.

"Yes, princess," I said finally. "We go at your pace." I brushed my thumb against her knuckles. "Whatever you need from me — I'll wait until you're ready."

Her eyes watered. "I'm sorry." she said.

I pulled her into my arms before she could say anything else.

"Don't apologize," I murmured against her hair. "I'll wait."

We stayed like that until the sharp sound of her phone shattered the moment. She moved away before glancing at the screen.

Molly.

I noticed the nervous way her throat bobbed.

"Pick up, doll," I said.

Releasing a breath, she did. "Molly?"

All that came from the other side were broken sobs. Adriana immediately stood straighter. "Mol?"

"A-Ana..." Molly cried.

Fear crept across Adriana's face.

"Molly, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

I moved closer behind her.

"Ana... it's Lily..."

I watched Adriana go rigid, her hands trembling as panic overtook her expression.

"What about Lily?" she whispered.

The fear in her voice made my stomach twist.

"She collapsed," Molly sobbed. "She had another splitting headache — they rushed her to the hospital."

The entire library fell deathly silent.

Adriana's phone slipped from her trembling fingers and crashed against the floor. Her eyes filled instantly as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

"Klaus..." her voice cracked. "Lily... my sister...in the hospital.”