The sun hung low in the Caribbean sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the pristine white sands of my private beach. The gentle lullaby of the waves against the shore was the only sound that accompanied us as I led you, Caroline, down to the water's edge.
Your hand felt delicate in mine, your touch sending an electric current coursing through my veins. The anticipation of what was to come was palpable, a delicious tension that hung in the air between us. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way they sparkled with a mix of curiosity and longing.
I stopped, turning to face you, my gaze locked onto yours. "Do you trust me, love?" I asked, my voice low and husky. You nodded, your lips parting slightly as you tried to find the words. I didn't need them. Your body language was more than enough.
I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of your jaw before I leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Your body melted against mine, your arms wrapping around my neck as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. I could feel the heat radiating off your skin, the way your heart pounded against my chest.
I broke the kiss, my hands moving to the hem of your dress. "I want you naked," I commanded, my voice a low growl. You hesitated for a moment before reaching down, pulling the dress over your head. The sight of you standing there, bare before me, was enough to make my breath hitch in my throat.
I led you to a large, flat rock near the water's edge, the cool stone a stark contrast to the heat of our bodies. "Lay down," I instructed, my voice firm. You complied, your body stretched out before me like a feast. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, my gaze roaming over every inch of your skin.
I knelt down beside you, my hands exploring your body with a reverence that bordered on worship. I could feel your breath hitch as my fingers traced the curve of your breasts, your nipples hardening under my touch. I leaned down, capturing one in my mouth, my tongue flicking against the sensitive peak.
I could feel your body arching off the rock, a soft moan escaping your lips. I moved lower, my hands trailing down your stomach, my fingers teasing the waistband of your panties. "These need to go," I murmured, my voice thick with desire.
You lifted your hips, allowing me to slide the panties off, leaving you completely bare to me. I took a moment to appreciate the sight, my gaze lingering on the soft curls between your thighs. I could see the wetness there, a testament to your desire.
I leaned down, my tongue tracing a slow, teasing path up your inner thigh. I could feel your body trembling, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I reached the apex of your thighs, my tongue flicking against your clit.
The sound of your moan was music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure that only served to fuel my desire. I continued my ministrations, my tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles as I brought you closer and closer to the edge.
I could feel your body tensing, your hands fisting in the sand as you fought to maintain control. "Let go, love," I whispered, my voice a low, seductive purr. And with a final, shuddering gasp, you did.
I watched as you came undone, your body arching off the rock as waves of pleasure washed over you. It was a sight to behold, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. And as I watched you, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a sense of pride in the fact that I was the one who had brought you to this point.
Once you had recovered, I helped you to your feet, a wicked grin playing at the corners of my lips. "Now, it's my turn," I murmured, my voice low and dangerous. And with that, I led you back to the beach house, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
Inside, I led you to the bedroom, the soft, plush carpet a welcome relief for your bare feet. I guided you to the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explored every inch of your skin.
I pushed you down onto the bed, my body covering yours as I claimed your lips in a searing kiss. I could feel your hands roaming over my body, your fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I reached down, my hand wrapping around my cock, guiding it to your entrance.
With a single, swift thrust, I buried myself inside you, the sensation of your tight, wet heat surrounding me almost enough to make me lose control. I started to move, my hips thrusting against yours as I established a slow, steady rhythm.
I could feel your body moving beneath mine, your hips rising to meet each of my thrusts. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way they sparkled with a mix of pleasure and longing. I reached down, my fingers finding your clit, my touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
I could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I knew Caroline were close As I give you the biggest orgasm of your life as Caroline for the first time ever squirted
The sound of the waves hummed softly outside the open balcony doors as a gentle breeze floated in, brushing over your bare skin. The night had settled into a slow, quiet rhythm—only the rustle of silk sheets and your soft breaths filling the room.
You lay on your back, one arm cradling Caroline against your chest. Her golden hair fanned across your shoulder as her fingers gently traced the lines of the old Norse symbol inked over your heart. Neither of you spoke for a while. There was nothing left to prove. Only the stillness of having seen and been seen.
"You didn't lie," she finally whispered, her voice soft, thoughtful.
"About?" you murmured, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"About making someone feel like a queen."
You smiled faintly, but said nothing. Words weren't necessary when the truth could be felt in the curve of a hand, the way bodies fit, the rhythm of hearts syncing after something raw.
Then, she shifted against you, suddenly inhaling sharply.
"Ow—what the hell?"
She pulled back slightly and looked down at her chest. Confusion turned to astonishment.
Just above her left breast, rising over the skin near her collarbone, was a faint shimmering tattoo—a silhouette of a howling wolf, etched in silver and deep black ink, glowing slightly in the moonlight. The lines pulsed faintly, almost alive.
Caroline blinked. "What the hell is that?!"
You rose slightly, eyes narrowing. Then a quiet awe settled over your expression.
"It's… a mark."
"A what kind of mark?!"
"Not one I gave intentionally. It's old magic… ancient, primal magic. It must have responded to our bond."
You touched the wolf tattoo softly. Caroline flinched at first—but the moment your fingertips brushed it, a warmth pulsed between the two of you. Familiar. Eternal.
"It's a claim," you said quietly. "A sign. The wolf spirit… it sees you as one of my mates now. Chosen."
Caroline's mouth parted slightly in disbelief. "Your mate?"
"It doesn't bind you to me," you said gently. "Not unless you want it to. But… it means the magic in me recognizes something in you. Something permanent."
She stared at the mark, lips pressing together.
"So what—you branded me like property?"
Your voice didn't waver.
"Not property. Legacy."
You sat up fully, pulling the sheets with you, draping them gently over her.
"The mark only appears when the bond is real. When the union is more than lust—it's rare, even among werewolves. I didn't expect it."
Caroline touched the tattoo again, her fingers brushing the shape. "It's warm…"
"It will fade when you're not near me. But it never fully disappears."
She stared out the window for a long time, digesting everything.
"So… what does this mean for us?"
You didn't smile. You didn't push. You simply offered her the truth.
"It means the universe just weighed in… and agreed with me."
She laughed softly, a hint of exasperation behind her breath—but she didn't push you away. Instead, she leaned into you, resting her head once more on your chest.
"You're a lot, Klaus Mikaelson."
"And yet… you're still here."
"Shut up," she said with a grin, and the tattoo shimmered slightly in response.
You closed your eyes and held her close, listening to her breathing even out as sleep began to pull her under.
Outside, the waves crashed like a slow heartbeat, and the moon bore witness to something old, something sacred.
She may not have said it aloud yet.
But the bond was forming.
And she was yours now—in a way that no spell, no death, and no time could ever undo.