"Love," Klaus whispered hoarsely, "you've always had me. All you ever had to do was admit it." The moment the words left his lips, he was kissing her again, fiery and passionate and with all the heat of a man who finally had someone he felt as though he'd wanted all of his life. His tongue danced with hers, hands moving to grip at her waist, wanting so badly to dip lower. He pulled away from the kiss, letting his eyes bore into hers.
"My Caroline. At long last. Mine as I am yours," he said with a finality, moving his lips to nibble at her earlobe as he tested the waters, hands roaming with a surprising gentleness in light of his urgent kisses. He wanted to know her form, to commit it to his memory and touch.