On the other side of the house, Klaus sat on the edge of the bed in the room he had been given. He grimaced as he tried to awkwardly bandage his injured forearm. The door suddenly opened. He looked up and met Katrina's gaze.
She stepped forward without a word, took the bandage from his hands, and began wrapping it properly. Her movements were precise but filled with tension.
"You could have asked for help, you know?"
Klaus gave her a mischievous smile despite the pain.
"I don't think asking the mother of my friend for help would be very discreet."
Katrina blushed violently.
"I wasn't talking about me… You could have asked someone else."
"Yes, but you do it so well."
Silence fell between them, thick with electricity. Once she finished, Katrina stood up abruptly, ready to leave. But Klaus grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him with a smooth motion. She found herself sitting on his lap, her heart pounding wildly.
"What are you doing?!" she whispered, flustered.
"Isn't it obvious? I want you, Katrina," he replied in a husky voice, burying his face in her neck and planting burning kisses there.
One, two, three kisses… Katrina shivered, a stifled moan escaping her despite herself. She tried to pull away.
"Klaus… we can't do this…"
But her body betrayed her. Her hands were already gripping his shoulders, her hips instinctively pressing against him. Klaus smiled against her skin, savoring every reaction.
He stood up, pulled her flush against him, and kissed her with wild passion. Katrina resisted at first, hands on his chest to push him away, but the heat of his lips and the strength of his embrace melted her defenses. Her body surrendered, responding to the kiss with equal passion. Klaus lifted her and laid her on the bed, his hands exploring her curves greedily as he urgently removed their clothes.
"Klaus…" she panted between kisses, still trying to resist even as her thighs parted for him. "We… we shouldn't…"
"Your body says otherwise," he murmured against her breast, which he had just taken into his mouth, sucking and nibbling the hardened nipple.
Katrina moaned loudly, arching her back. Klaus slid a hand between her legs, discovering how wet she already was. He caressed her expertly, slipping two fingers inside her while continuing to devour her chest. Katrina writhed, pleasure rising inexorably despite her muffled protests.
When he finally thrust into her with a powerful stroke, she cried out his name, nails digging into his back. Klaus pounded her with almost animalistic intensity, groaning with pleasure at every thrust, savoring how tightly she clenched around him. Katrina came violently, her body shaking with spasms, but Klaus didn't stop, prolonging her pleasure until a second orgasm crashed over her.
Klaus was fucking her with almost animalistic intensity, his powerful, deep thrusts drawing raw, uncontrollable moans from Katrina. She was on all fours on the bed, back arched, fingers clutching the sheets, her body jolting with every impact. Klaus growled behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair, completely lost in pleasure.
"Fuck, Katrina… you're so tight…" he groaned, picking up speed.
Katrina answered with a stifled cry, on the verge of another orgasm, when suddenly—
**Click.**
The door opened.
"Klaus, I came to see if you needed anything for your inju—"
The voice cut off abruptly.
Time seemed to freeze.
Katrina and Klaus turned their heads at the same time, eyes wide. Gale stood in the doorway, staring at them: Katrina naked, arched, her face still twisted in pleasure, and Klaus still buried deep inside her, muscles tense, mid-thrust.
A deafening silence fell.
Gale went deathly pale. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. His eyes darted between them, unable to believe what he was seeing.
"…Gale…" Katrina whispered in a broken, panicked voice.
Before they could say another word, Gale stepped back sharply, slammed the door behind him, and disappeared down the corridor.
Katrina felt her heart sink. She frantically grabbed the sheet and clutched it to her chest, her body still trembling.
"Oh no… no, no, no… He saw us… Gale saw us! What are we going to do?!"
Klaus, still breathless, took her face in his hands with surprising gentleness.
"Nothing, Katrina. He already saw us. There's no denying it in the state we were in. It's too late."
"But… if… if Asher finds out… or worse, Miria…"
"It's already done. We can't go back. And honestly… I was tired of hiding. I want you, Katrina. Not just in the shadows."
Katrina closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing.
"Let's hope this doesn't make things even worse…"
Klaus kisse
d her forehead and pulled her close.
"Whatever happens… we'll face it together."