Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 43 Kiss Me

Klaus’s lips pressed firmly against her nipple, and Emily couldn’t help but reach for him in return; she longed to tear off his shirt too.

But he stepped back, kneeling instead between her legs. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Their eyes locked, and Klaus placed his hands on each of her knees. As his warm palm rested on her knee, Emily felt a tingling sensation start in her knee and travel throughout her body.

He gently spread her legs wide apart, never taking his gaze off her as he peered into the intimate space between them.

He stuck out his tongue and licked her tender flesh, slowly moving his head from bottom to top, letting the tip of his tongue glide gently over her sensitive peak.

He repeated this action over and over again, and Emily kept letting out a moan of pleasure.

His tongue began to explore her soft folds, parting them as he savored them with an almost absentminded pleasure. Those green eyes of his refused to break contact, gazing up at her through his mesmerizing lashes.

He was so slow, so gentle.

"Klaus..."

Emily whispered his name, her voice a plea.

When Klaus heard her, his eyes sparkled as if her voice had delighted him beyond measure.

His tongue continued to lick her, drawing out her sweetness with a tenderness and patience that bordered on reverence.

He gazed down at her as if he were taking his time to savor his favorite delicacy, until Emily’s moans and cries of his name grew louder.

"Please... Please, more..." she moaned, but he simply lifted his lashes at her, wickedly ignoring her pleas.

But just as she was about to reach out and touch him, Klaus’s hand shot out and locked around her leg before he buried his face between them.

His mouth closed around her soft flesh, and his agile tongue plunged deep, licking her with precision.

Emily’s hands clenched the sheets as her moans grew louder and more urgent, her head tilted back in blissful surrender to the torment of his devious, delightful mouth.

When he shifted his attention to her petite nipple, he pressed his damp lips to it and began to suckle, as if his very life depended on it, and Emily cried out in sheer delight at the insane pleasure that surged through her with every tug and pull of her tiny nipple into his wet mouth.

He pumped the small mound of flesh in and out of his mouth, his frenetic pace driving her to the brink of collapse, her hips arching up to him in uncontrollable thrusts and curves.

As the sensation continued to consume her, the fire within her blazed into an inferno. These wondrous sensations engulfed Emily, and she felt as if she were floating on a sea of clouds.

Just as Emily thought she was on the verge of orgasm, he paused and redirected his focus to her entrance.

His tongue probed her, and he began to lick her there, until her shaking hands tangled in his hair, begging him to return to that maddening spot.

He was so bad, it was as if he was teasing her intentionally.

"Klaus... Please... I want you to go back there... Please..." she pleaded, continually urging him on, striving to pull him higher, towards that little peak where she craved his touch.

It was almost as if the relentless man didn’t hear her, but just when she was on the brink of madness, his mouth abruptly slid upwards and delicately closed around the peak of her desire.

His sudden movements caught her off guard, and he immediately sucked her relentlessly, until Emily cried out an indulgent "Yes!"

Her hips thrust painfully upwards against his face, her hands gripping his hair tightly, her head nodding frantically from side to side. Then, suddenly and without warning, ecstasy engulfed her, consuming all her senses, and as her eyes rolled back in her head, she screamed his name.

She was still trembling from the intense climax when Klaus withdrew, eyeing her intently as he undressed. Fuck! He would love to see her roll her eyes like that again. But this time, his hot, rigid cock was buried deep within her!

"Fuck, Emily... You’re mine... You’re mine... mine!" He murmured in a husky whisper, simultaneously reaching down and once again grasping her knee, spreading her legs wide apart.

She gasped, blinking her pleasure-filled eyes at him, tears streaming from the corners. Then, her gaze locked on him, the sculpted god before her, now naked and standing tall as he spread her legs.

Emily’s eyes were first drawn to his lengthy member as she swallowed hard.

A fresh surge of desire coursed through her as she gazed upon his aroused sex.

"Klaus, Klaus," she breathed, her voice laced with insatiable longing for him. Her body craved nothing more than him... Wanted his hardness deep within her softness, buried to the hilt.

He gave her silky, smooth skin a firm squeeze, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. Still in a daze, Emily felt him surge into her suddenly, driving deep until they were one, eliciting a sharp cry from her lips.

He thrust forcefully, and Emily’s groans grew louder with each passing second, her body convulsing. Klaus tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut, as if battling to keep his emotions and urges in check.

Emily arched her back, a guttural moan escaping her as she reached for his head, gripping his hair tightly. His other hand slid from her waist to her sex, and as his fingertips danced over her sensitive buds, she squirmed and her mouth twisted in pleasure, a raw, half-moan, half-scream tearing from her throat.

"I’m coming... I’m coming..." she screamed, her voice strained with ecstasy, as she convulsed violently, nails digging into his shoulders. Her head thrashed back, eyes rolling back in her head.

As she soared to the heavens, he increased his pace, his thrusts fierce and relentless, refusing to let up. Emily’s voice was ragged from screaming, her core relentlessly pounded by Klaus’s substantial cock, each wave of pleasure igniting her senses, making every fiber of her being sing with desire.

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Her legs were clamped tightly around his waist, nails digging deep into the taut muscles of his back, yet still, she wasn’t satiated, leaving a telltale bite mark on his shoulder as her orgasm gradually faded.

Klaus withdrew from her body, and in the next instant, he was ejaculating his creamy white semen across Emily’s smooth abdomen.

Then, he collapsed beside her, panting heavily.

Emily instinctively snuggled into Klaus’s arms, and she gradually drifted off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace.