Our Accidental Forever
Chapter 118: Stop Holding Back

Chapter 118: Stop Holding Back

THIRD PERSON POV:

Klaus’s hands gripped Mira’s hips tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he drove himself into her with a roughness that left her gasping. The room was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm that seemed to blur the line between pain and pleasure. Mira’s nails scratched down Klaus’s back, leaving red trails in their wake as she arched her body, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Harder, Klaus," she moaned, her voice breathless, raw with need.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, low and husky. "I don’t think you’re ready for that," he murmured, but his actions contradicted his words. He pulled her even closer, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each one igniting a new wave of sensation that had her toes curling against the sheets.

The bed groaned under their movements, the rhythm steady and unrelenting. Klaus leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. "You like it rough, don’t you, Mira?" his voice low and husky.

She could only nod, her words lost in the haze of sensation as she clung to him. His words sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill that only heightened the pleasure coursing through her. Every nerve in her body felt alight, her mind barely able to process anything beyond the overwhelming presence of him — his strength, his warmth, the sheer force of his dominance. He shifted suddenly, pinning her wrists above her head with one strong hand while the other traced a slow, tantalizing path down her body.

Mira shivered beneath him, her eyes fluttering shut as he teased her, his fingers dancing over her most sensitive spots with a skill that left her trembling. "Klaus," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "Please..."

He smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what?" he asked, his voice teasing as he slowed his movements, drawing out the pleasure until Mira thought she might go mad. She squirmed beneath him, her body begging for release, but Klaus was in control, and he wasn’t about to let her off that easily.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Mira’s cheeks flushed, but she knew there was no point in trying to resist him. Not when she wanted this as much as he did.

"I want you," she admitted, her voice unsteady but firm."Fuck me like you mean it, stop holding back."

Klaus’s smirk widened, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, one that stole her breath and claimed every ounce of resistance she might have had. When he pulled away, his eyes were burning with a fire that made her heart skip a beat.

"Your wish is my command," he said before slamming into her with renewed intensity that made her cry out. Mira’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body writhing beneath his as he took her to the edge and pushed her over. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air as she clung to him.

Klaus didn’t let up, his thrusts relentless as he chased his own release. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the air heavy with the scent of their passion. Mira’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as she rode the wave of pleasure that consumed her.

"Klaus," she moaned, his name a prayer on her lips as she felt him shudder above her, his own release crashing over him. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he let out a low groan that sent a shiver down her spine.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath. The room was silent save for the sound of their slowing heartbeats, their bodies still tangled in the aftermath of their passion. Mira traced absent patterns along his arm, her mind floating between exhaustion and contentment.

Klaus was the first to move, pulling away from her with a reluctance that made Mira’s heart ache. She watched as he turned his head, watching her with a smirk playing on his lips, he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her damp forehead.

"You’re something else, Mira," he said, his voice soft but laced with a possessiveness that made her stomach flutter. Mira lazily smiled up at him, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

"You’re not so bad yourself," she replied, her voice teasing as she reached out to trace the lines of his abs. Klaus chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made her heart skip a beat.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he said, his eyes locking with hers, a smirk still playing at the corner of his lips. Mira parted her lips slightly, as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, she let her fingers continue tracing slow, idle patterns on his skin, her touch featherlight yet lingering.

Klaus leaned down, his breath warm against her cheek before his lips found hers. The kiss was softer than before, yet it carried the same intensity — a lingering heat that sent a shiver down her spine, pulling her deeper into his grasp.

Mira’s fingers tightened on his arms, her body pressing against him as anticipation curled in her stomach. She thought they were about to go again, her pulse quickening with expectation. But just as she was ready to surrender once more, Klaus abruptly pulled away. The loss of his warmth sent a wave of disappointment crashing over her. Before she could protest, he stood, stretching briefly before heading straight to the bathroom without so much as a backward glance.

Mira let out a frustrated sigh, flopping back against the pillows as she yanked the bedding over her face. The sound of running water filled the room, and she exhaled deeply, willing away the lingering desire he had so cruelly left unresolved. It was almost maddening how effortlessly he could switch from passionate to detached, as if the moments they had just shared were nothing more than fleeting indulgence.