Eternal ➳ N. Mikaelson [COMPLETED]

➳ 101: don't it just break your heart

KLAUS sat in front of his easel with a large canvas perched on the ledge. He rested the sole of his boots on the metal rim underneath his chair and held a paintbrush in his hands. Music was playing softly in the background while he stroked the bristles across the pulled fabric stappled to the frame. He was too absorbed in his own world and barely noticed Ingrid strolling into the room wearing nothing but lingerie and a sheer, lace robe.

The corners of his mouth twitched into an amused smirk but he never tore his eyes away from his painting, only admiring her from the peripherals of his vision. "Good morning, my love."

"Hmm." Raising an eyebrow, Ingrid slowly approached him and pushed his shoulders back enough that she could straddle his lap. She lowered herself down with a wide smirk. Leaning her head down, she began peppering the sensitive skin of the base of his neck with tender kisses.

Klaus groaned, trying not to give in, and shifted from underneath of her, almost grinding against her. He kept trying to paint but was getting distracted by her touch and proximity, not to mention the fact that she was almost completely naked on top of him.

Clearing his throat and glancing at her in subtle arousal, he stopped painting for a moment to question her antics. "Ingrid." He mused lowly causing her to hum against him in acknowledgement. "What are you doing?"

She didn't respond at first and continued trailing kisses across his skin while running her hand down his chest. "Why? Would you like for me to stop?" She asked in a sultry tone, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "Because..." She drew out slowly and began undoing the buttons. Her hand snaked underneath the fabric, trailing down his chest and sending goosebumps in the wake of her finger tips. She then place a hand around to the back of his head, tangling her fingers gently in his curls while shifting her hips back and forth on his lap. "I could always stop." Ingrid finished her statement and stopped completely, climbing off him.

"Hmm..." He mused huskily to himself and placed the brush down with a low laugh before quickly wrapping his hand around her neck. He squeezed the sides of her throat aggressively, not concerned about the blue paint staining or the deep, purple bruise bleeding underneath her skin.

She glanced down at him through her thick eyelashes and smirked seductively, clearing enjoying this moment. "No." He pulled her down roughy so that he could whisper harshly in her ear. "You're going to finish what you started."

Ingrid lowered herself back down on top of him while quietly wheezing for air and stared at him with a lustful expression. Klaus yanked her forward by the neck and crashed his lips to hers, the kiss hungry and passionate. He let go of her neck and tangled his fingers in the hair on the back of her head. She moaned hoarsely and pulled his bottom lip with her teeth, hard enough to draw a small amount of blood.

Klaus' hands trailed down to her back, caressing the curves of her body and soaking in the softness underneath the calluses of his fingers. Feeling the stinging from Ingrid drawing blood sent him into a frenzy and he frantically pulled her robe off. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he may have written some of the delicate lace work. He moved his lips to her jaw line and whispered breathlessly to her. "I'll buy you a new one."

"I don't care." She responded quickly and reattached their lips, pressing her body closer to him. Ingrid began undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt and tried to push it away from his body. Klaus got the hint and removed his hands from her body long enough for her to pull it off his arms. He quickly returned his hands to their place and dug his nails into her hips. He slowly littered her jaw, neck, and cleavage with needy kisses. The points of his fangs gently grazed across her skin causing shivers to roll down her spine.