Caitlyn's pov
Zayn's gentle kiss turned into something more violent and dark, leaving me breathless and with a racing heart. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty neck, pulling him closer until his tongue was almost reaching my throat. He turned the stove off and grabbed my waist, holding on like his life depended on it.
The slurpy sounds of our wet kiss filled the kitchen, and I couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He started to walk with his tongue still exploring my mouth, and I followed his lead without caring about what was going on. When I heard the kitchen door bang shut, I realized what he was doing.
He made his way to the kitchen island, breaking the kiss momentarily to effortlessly lift me off the floor. He placed me on the island and claimed my lips again, groaning softly
