A Klonnie snippet:
“Klaus,” she warns.
He ignores it, looking down at her through hooded eyes. When he speaks, his voice is low and she hates herself for the way it twists inside of her. “I have centuries of experience, Bonnie.” His meaning is clear and she swallows as her eyes widen a little. “I am not about fall on top of you and rut you like some teenage boy. Think of what I could do to you. “
She would rather think of what she could do to him. Fire. Pain. Death. However, he is in no mood to allow her to indulge in fantasies of her own. She moves to free herself again as his head dips low until his mouth hovers near the delicate shell of her ear. “I would do things none of those bumbling fools would ever think of,” he promises and her body shudders involuntarily. She mentally curses herself as he chuckles, the vibrations tickling her skin. “That’s it. Picture it, love. Every touch, taste designed to drive you over the edge…”
Her eyes fall shut, and her wretched mind betrays her for she sees exactly what he says. She shudders again and feels his grip on her wrist tighten. “I would worship you…”
Lies…all lies.
Bonnie forces herself to dispel the images. Her body goes rigid as her eyes shoot open. She knows he senses her retreat. When he moves his head so they are looking one another in the eyes again, she frowns. “I liked you better when you were trying to kill me.”
(Yes, this is from that Klonnie smut bunny I mentioned last week. Yes, the full version should be out soon. It’s turning into a bit of a monster - so I thought I would send out a teaser.)
