His kisses moved lower.
Klaus didn't rush.
He dragged his mouth down the center of Mirela's stomach, leaving a damp trail of heat that burned against the freezing ambient air of the Endless Tower.
'Why does she taste this good…?' Klaus thought, he hadn't even gone down there yet… Did he just like licking sweat?
He could feel the fine toned muscles of her abdomen quivering beneath his lips.
"Hmm~"
Her breath hitched in a sharp gasp every single time his tongue traced the slight sensitive indentation of her navel.
"Klaus~"
He pressed a final firm kiss just below her belly button before sliding his hands down to the thick waistband of her leather trousers.
"Lift them up…" Klaus murmured with his deep voice vibrating against her skin.
Mirela obeyed instantly.
She arched her spine, lifting her pelvis off the heavy fur mattress slightly to help him.
Klaus reached down, his hands working the tight laces and thick leather ties at her hips with patience.
