Page 48 of Return of the Nutcracker Prince

He unhooked the bodice at the back, and she fought the urge to hold it up.Klaus came back to face her and slowly peeled it down, revealing her corset and chemise.Gently, he lifted the precious gown and laid it on a chair near the bed.He stared at her body for a long moment, then lifted his head and blinked.

“I have no idea how to do this.”His hand traced the top of her corset, making the skin of her breasts pebble.

Clara stifled a giggle.“Petticoats next.”

With her guidance, Klaus finished undressing her, then looked his fill.His hands hovered over her as if she were a priceless vase.

“Touch me,please.”

He lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed.She thought it would combust from her arousal.Then his hands were everywhere, and his lips and tongue followed.When he suckled at her breast, her back lifted off the mattress like she was going to levitate.

“Klaus!”

He just chuckled and rolled her other nipple under his thumb, eventually switching sides.When she whimpered, he let his hand trail down to where she ached.

Her hips jolted when his finger swept through her folds.

“You’re drenched.”

She covered her face with her hands.

“No, no, that’s a good thing.”He pulled himself up and kissed the backs of her hands.“I’m going to stretch you so it won’t hurt, alright?”

Clara lowered her hands to the bed and nodded.

“Relax, my love.It’s just me.You can tell me to stop.”He hovered over her, watching her face as his finger returned to her core.Slowly, he slipped it inside her.

“Oooh.”That felt so good.Like finding a missing piece of herself that she hadn’t noticed before.He withdrew all too soon, and she pouted.

“Open up and let me in, darling.”

Her legs spread immediately, wanting more of that fullness.Klaus lowered his mouth to hers and his tongue swept inside at the same time his digits did.She kissed him back as his finger withdrew and thrust again and again.She had a fever, and he was the cure.

Her prince.Her husband.Klaus swallowed her moans as her body swallowed his fingers.First one, then two, then three.Her nails dug into his buttocks as she silently pleaded for more.

Then his thumb swept the top of her slit and hit a button she’d never known about before, and she felt the fire within blaze brighter.She broke away from his mouth to moan his name.

“Clara…”

“Do it.Now!”

Hesitation written all over his face, Klaus moved his hips between her legs.But the magic was rising within her, an energy vibrating faster and faster, along with the blaze of heat.The time was now.

Full.So full.Klaus slotted himself slowly inside her core, and her walls convulsed.He bent back down and kissed her again.“MySugar Plum Fairy.Myqueen.”

Sliding.Thrusting.Harder.More.Faster.Yes.Yes.Yes!

A white light with the strength of the sun eclipsed them as they both cried out.

Klaus snuggled Clara deeper, her blonde hair spread across their pillows.After the explosive magic-enhancing climax, he’d taken her twice again last night, at her urging.He’d been afraid she’d be sore, but she said the magic eased any pain.

He was the luckiest Dreamer in their history.

She nuzzled her bare skin against his, and he sleepily considered taking her again as the morning light pierced their sanctuary.Until he realized what had woken him.

A peppermint horn sounded in the distance.That was the guard sounding the alarm.

Klaus bolted upright, throwing his bride off him.

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