Dear Klaus,
I mistaken love when I was with you.
When our bodies were dripped in the sweet intoxication of our sins, nothing but our moans echoing through the darkest hours. When your cold eyes stared through my eyes as you held my body in place deeply inside of me. My heart pulsating rapidly you would think I could die from and my body shivering under your control. Your dominance was once proven again when I saw stars as you fucked me harder, at a rate oxygen felt non existent.
Unfortunately, I wish not to write smut for you. The evocative of me still imprinted on your sheets drives you mad enough.
Tell me Klaus, Do you miss me?
Love, Ophelia.
YOU ARE READING
sweet catharsis, klaus mikaelson.
Romancevengeance savored on her tongue and it never tasted oh so sweet. klaus mikaelson x fem! oc. BOOK ONE OF THE MUSE COLLECTION. © HOESOCIETY
