Klaus let out a little growl as she nipped behind his ear, reaching up to slide his fingers into her hair as the hand on her ass slid higher, fingers sliding under the elastic to find bare skin and squeeze appreciatively, dragging her closer to rock against his growing hardness...

...oh, she was rotten.

"How...will I show Marcel action?" he asked, voice growing rough as he turned to lick a hot stripe along the side of her throat, teasing himself with the pulse of blood beneath the skin. "Well, the simple way...would be to kill him..."

He paused, then drew back to look into her eyes with a playful smile before he abruptly lay back on the bed, dragging her down on top of him. He wasn't staying, of course, but she was a sight over him, those strawberry tresses spilling over her shoulders and around them in a curtain of red-gold silk. A personal indulgence, nothing more.

"...but I have a feeling you'd frown on that." he mused with a smirk.