Page 37 of Klaz

He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I rocked my hips in time with his movements, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he drove me relentlessly towards the edge.

“Klaz,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”

He released my wrists and I immediately wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. His cock nudged at my entrance, the broad triangular head slick with my arousal. I braced myself, knowing that this would be unlike anything I’d experienced before.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered me. I felt myself stretching to accommodate his girth, the flanges along his shaft creating a sensation that was both strange and exhilarating. It was almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I refused to back down now.

Klaz stilled, allowing me to adjust to his size. I could feel his control straining, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. I tilted my hips, encouraging him to move, and he began to thrust in earnest.

Each stroke drove him deeper, filling me completely, until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. He moved with a rhythm that was both primal and hypnotic, his body claiming mine in the most intimate of ways.

As he fucked me, he whispered my name like a prayer, a mantra that underscored the raw intensity of our connection. I clung to him, my nails clawing at his back, holding on as he took us both higher.

The world around us faded into insignificance, the only reality the place where our bodies joined. There was nothing but this dark ocean, each wave carrying me closer to the precipice.

Klaz’s movements became more frantic, his control slipping as he chased his own release. I felt the telltale signs of my impending climax, the tightening in my stomach, the tingling that started at the base of my spine and spread outwards.

With a final, powerful thrust, he sent me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me, a tidal wave of pleasure that left me gasping for air. Klaz followed me, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own release.

We lay there in the aftermath, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Klaz rolled onto his back, taking me with him so that I was sprawled across his chest. I listened to the steady thrum of his heart, feeling a sense of peace that was as unexpected as it was welcome.

I lifted my head to look at him, my gaze tracing the sharp lines of his face. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw a vulnerability there that I hadn’t seen before. It was gone in an instant, replaced by the stoic mask he wore so well.

“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

I nodded, though the truth was, I wasn’t sure. What we’d shared had been incredible, but it had also opened up a whole new set of questions, questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

Time to change the subject. “So, about this hotel. I know you’re not comfortable here. Do you still want to leave now, or do you think we can wait until morning?”

Klaz chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. “But I’ve just gotten you warmed up.”

I propped myself up on an elbow, studying his face. The hard lines of his features had softened, but there was still a wariness in his eyes. “You don’t have to pretend for me, you know. If something’s off, we should trust that instinct.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m probably just being paranoid. Old habits die hard, I suppose.”

“Hey, those old habits have kept you alive this long. There’s no shame in being cautious.”

He nodded, his eyes distant. “True. But I don’t want to always be jumping at shadows. I’ll try to be more relaxed.”

I snorted. “You? Relaxed? Now that I’d pay to see.”

Klaz leaned closer. “I can be relaxed. When the situation calls for it.”

“Oh yeah? And what situation would that be?” I teased, trailing a finger down his chest.

He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips. “I can think of a few.”

I leaned in. “Care to demonstrate?”

Klaz growled, pulling me flush against him. His skin was warm against mine, the hard planes of his body a delicious contrast to my softer curves.

As we snuggled closer, a soft hiss filled the room. At first, I thought it was just the sound of our breathing, but it grew louder, more insistent.

“Klaz,” I mumbled against his chest, suddenly feeling drowsy. “Do you hear that?”

His body stiffened beneath me. “Gas,” he snapped, his voice tight with alarm. “We need to-”

But the world was already fading to black.