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, moaning as he touched me.

My nails dug into the tense muscles of his back, clenched tight as he rocked against me sensually, seeking pleasure.

“Wait, damn it! How many layers?” he grumbled impatiently, tugging my dress up.

I couldn’t believe we were about to do this here, in this dark little room, with the water falling and disappearing into the rustic drain on the raw concrete floor.

“Aaahh,” I gasped when I felt his fingers teasing my soaked pussy over my panties.

“Shhh, you’re so wet… Hold up