She wasn’t sure of anything anymore, but like hell was she going to let that stop her. She wanted to do this though, needed to do it. His hands in her hair were distracting her and those eyes of his, piercing her to down to her very soul. Her eyes flashed, the veins around them puffing out as her need all but consumed her, fangs descending and she moved in again, mouth crashing against his. One hand curling around his neck, trying to drown herself in his lips as the other grabbed hold of his shirt, fingers twisting in the material.
Caroline pushed everything else out of her mind. There would be no thinking about Elena, none of Tyler, none of Matt or the countless others who told her to be careful, to take her time and a thousand other well-meaning pieces of advice. Her focus was on Klaus. His scent, his hands, how he tasted, and how she desperately wanted to taste his blood again. But for the moment, she was content with tasting his lips.