Emily lay on the table, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over her, and her cheeks were flushed from her climax.
She was perfect, and Klaus half-smiled at the sight, his swollen cock aching to be inside her inviting entrance.
No, not yet, Klaus thought, trying to quell the intense desire within him. She hadn't fully healed her... uh, delicate area. She was still recovering, to be exact.
He was a werewolf, not an animal.
"Let me help you to bed, okay?" Klaus said, lifting Emily.
He laid Emily gently on the bed. "You can't take a bath since your wounds aren't fully healed yet. Do you need me to clean you up?"
"No, Klaus," Emily said, grasping his hand, her voice trembling. "You haven't..."
"What haven't I done?" Klaus leaned in, his ear close to hers.
Emily bit her lip, gazing at Klaus with those hazel blue eyes. She whispered, "You... You haven't come yet."