Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 135 Let Me Help You Take a Bath

Klaus laid Emily on the couch, then turned and went to the bathroom to turn on the hot water. When he returned to the drawing room, he leaned over Emily.

The flush had not quite faded from Emily’s face, and her misty eyes resembled those of a timid fawn. Klaus looked at her and swallowed hard.

Naturally, he slipped his finger inside Emily. It was as if Emily’s body belonged to him now.

Emily gasped, "Oh, my God. Oh. Oh, my God."

He moistened her, and she heard the damp sound beneath, as light as the sound of running water, emanating from both of them.

Emily heard Klaus groan as if he were making a mess of her, and in her heart, she knew he needed satisfaction, that it was something exciting for him.

So Emily closed her eyes and allowed herself to be consumed, feeling him lick the skin between her thigh and abdomen. Low groans and gasps escaped from her own lips. Emily’s fingers tangled in his hair, and she pressed him closer to her.

The slow contractions swelled, and Emily’s thighs trembled around Klaus’s head, and that was when he spoke softly.

"Can I still make love to you one more time?"

Emily nodded, and he carried her into the bathroom. Emily stood by the tub, feeling warm and damp. The water was about to overflow. He bent down to turn off the faucet and led Emily to the other side of the bathroom, where he stood behind her.

They faced a huge mirror, beneath which were two glass sinks.

"This time, I’m going to take you in the bathroom." His tone was as domineering and strong as ever.

He bent down and began to kiss Emily on the neck. She tilted her head to one side to let him get closer. He skillfully undid Emily’s dress, which she kicked aside as she clung to the sink.

Emily, naked in the mirror, let out a moan as he knelt behind her and gently bit her buttocks.

He stood up and stared at Emily. She struggled to remain still. His hand glided over her lower abdomen.

"Emily, look at you. How beautiful you are," he muttered to himself.

He took Emily’s hand, pressed the palm against the back of his own, and, with their fingers clasped together, placed her hand upon her lower abdomen.

"Feel how soft your skin is."

He slid his hand in a circle and moved it toward her breast.

"How full your breasts are."

Emily’s hand was clasped tightly over her breast, and he released his thumb and stroked it gently, over and over again. Oh, she arched her body, and her breasts pressed wider into her hands.

He took her breasts between his fingers and pulled them gently. Emily gazed at him with fascination and closed her eyes with a loud groan. She didn’t want to see the sensual woman in the mirror climaxing at his touch.

Emily felt her own arousal to its fullest extent, and grew more and more excited. The simple touch, the tenderness of his fingers, made it impossible for her to resist.

"Yes, exactly, lover," he whispered.

He took Emily’s hand and guided it down, across her thigh, and into her pubic hair. He placed his leg between hers, parting her legs, and rubbed his hand back and forth over her pussy. Emily bit her lower lip, now like a puppet held captive by him.

"Lover, let me see you touch yourself," he whispered, biting Emily’s shoulder.

Emily groaned, and he suddenly released her hand.

"Go on, lover," he said, standing behind her and watching her intently. She hesitated.

"Do you want me to come?"

"Oh, yes. Please," Emily begged.

He reached out again and wrapped his arm around her, his green eyes meeting hers in the reflection of the mirror. He took her hand and continued to rub her clitoris. Emily could feel his chest hair, his arousal pressing against her.

"Oh, hurry, please," she whispered.

He gently bit Emily’s neck, and she closed her eyes, savoring the moment of ecstasy, feeling the sensation behind her.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned her around, seized her by the waist with one hand, clasped her hands behind her back, and grasped her hair with the other.

Emily blushed and clung to him, and he kissed her fervently, covering her lips completely.

His breathing was ragged, and then he released Emily and turned her back around.

"Hold onto the sink," he said, as he grasped Emily by the waist. She bent forward. He reached between her legs and plunged into her body in an instant.

At first, slowly, leisurely, it seemed like he was playing with her. Oh, Emily clung to the sink, shivering, and leaned back to feel him inside her.

Oh, what a sweet, rapturous sensation. Then he pressed her thighs together, thrusting in and out, and he reached down and grasped her clitoris, gently kneading it.

"Oh God," Emily knew she was beginning to shake.

"That’s it, lover," he whispered, adjusting his angle and pressing again, and Emily felt herself soaring higher and higher.

Oh, she screamed as she climaxed, her body convulsing as she pressed down on the sink, and everything in front of her seemed to blur. He followed, leaning over her and calling her name as if in prayer.

"Oh, Emily."

His heavy breathing filled Emily’s ears, in perfect harmony with her own.

"Lover, is it possible that one day I’ll have enough of you?" He muttered to himself.

Oh, would it always be like this? So intense, so intoxicating, so wild. Emily had hoped for a meaningful conversation, but now she was drained and wondering if she would ever be enough for him.

His arms were tightly wrapped around Emily. She was curled up in his embrace, her chest resting on his. Cautiously, she inhaled his breath, the sweet, seductive scent of Klaus.

"Now, it’s my turn," he whispered, lifting Emily up.

"Ready?"

"Yes," Emily answered softly, and he slowly lowered her, penetrating her little by little, his eyes fixed on her.

Oh, Emily closed her eyes and savored the feeling of fullness. He swayed slightly, and she moaned, leaning forward, her forehead resting against his.

"Let go of my hand," Emily whispered.

"Don’t touch me," he pleaded softly, and then, freeing his wrist, he clasped her waist again.

Emily clung to the edge of the tub, moving slowly up and down, staring at him with wide eyes. He looked back at her with his mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, his teeth gnawing on the tip of his tongue.

He looked so hot. Wet and slippery, they pressed closer to each other. Emily leaned down to kiss him, and he closed his eyes. Cautiously, she reached out and stroked his hair as she kissed him. He liked it, and so did she.

They moved together in rhythm. She pushed his head back and kissed him deeper, speeding up her movements below, picking up the pace, and moaning softly against his lips.

Faster and faster he began to lift Emily, kissing her back so deeply that lips and teeth met. Oh, and all the feelings were there again.

She was coming.

The sweet tension built up in their bodies once more, and the water swirled gently around them, as if they were in their own whirlpool, a whirlpool of madness and passion.

Emily didn’t care; she loved this man, his passion, the energy he gave her.

Finally, Krause lifted the panting Emily into the hot water, and they embraced for a long, long time.

When it was all over, they lay flat on the bed, Emily and Klaus’s fingers intertwined, and she whispered, "Now, can we talk?"