by Explode
It was his detailed tattoos, the dragon that wrapped down his arm, finishing on his hand. His knuckles tattooed, and his hands worn. The reaper that was tattooed on his side, the beautiful inked and outlined back tattoo.
Klaus was everything a girl like I shouldn't want, he was everything I knew I didn't need- or want, however here I was, standing in front of him naked, ready to hand my body over to the devil himself. The King of the biker world. The President of the Mother Chapter, the man that even caused a shiver down the most hardened criminal's spines. Yet here I was and the most twisted part? I wouldn't do anything differently. ~Cara Sinclair
