KATHERINE

His panting and growling against my neck, our wet hair sticking to our skin.

I want to be angry. Remember the bad, Katherine. Remember.

“Mmmm,” I moaned when he sucked on my neck with lust, his overly sharp canines scraping deliciously close to my frantic pulse.

One of his hands moved up to squeeze and grope my breast, trying to slip inside my neckline.

The other slid down to lift the layers of my dress.

I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Of my own will, I began stroking his hard cock,