Her move had shocked everyone in the hall. One of her team members even fainted in shock. A few guests had their drinks slip through their hands, crashing to the floor.

No one moved until Klaus led Morticia out of the place.

Now in his personal suite, not far from the hall, Klaus pinned Morticia against the wall. Their lips moved against each other, tongues tangling as his hands roamed over her body.

She moaned, returning the kiss with equal hunger. Her back arched, pressing her body firmly against his broad chest.

Klaus groaned against her lips. Holy shit! He missed this... so fûcking much!

His hands slipped to her...