warriorwritcs asked: ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
there was no time left to wait: once their lips crashed together, his craving for her only grew, and though her mouth gave him a taste of what he wanted, his hands searched for more, roaming her still-clothed body with adoration and desire both. even as their bodies pressed flush against each other, hidden away into some corner during yet another one of the council’s senseless balls, he couldn’t help but burn hotter for her and on a whim, sheer impulse, he tore her bodice open, drawing a gasp of surprise out of her and a chastising klaus.
“i’ll buy you a new one,” he promised, then his lips were back on her mouth, then down to her neck and lower. soon she had forgotten about ever protesting it at all.