Caitlyn Clarke's pov
“Mmh,” a whimper rips from my lips immediately Vlad releases my lips in a pop.
I shamelessly move up to reconnect our lips again but it looks like he had other plans as his mouth moves to the sensitive spot behind my ear, sucking and biting as he makes his way down my neck.
“P..please,” a shrill moan escapes my mouth before I could stop it.
“Please what?” He taunts his breath fanning my neck and sending thrills throughout my f*****g body.
Then in a flash, he lifts me off, flipping me and placing me on top of the washing machine while he settles himself between my legs.
Our eyes briefly make contact in the shadowy light. Just for a second. His look is dark, but it has that unfamiliar glimmer that I can't place my fingers on.
His long fingers move to stroke
