She pushed herself up, pressing her chest against his. Their lips moved in sync, and Klaus's hand trailed up further.

It took her breath away. His mouth was greedy and wild, and she couldn't keep up, overwhelmed by the sensation.

His hand stopped just below her breasts. He pulled away and whispered, "Can I touch you?"

His voice was laced with desire, his lips pink and swollen from kissing her.

"Yes," she agreed.

Klaus's teeth grazed her collarbone, and she moaned. The feeling shot down her entire body as he gently sucked her skin. His hand cupped one of her breasts, giving it a light squeeze under her shirt.

Soft-yet...