Kassandra's POV
"Clayden..." I called him in between his kisses. He is already pinning me on the balcony while kissing me torridly. I tried pushing him away, but he kept on insisting.
"Clayden, let me go—"
"Stop being so complicated, Kassandra. Don't be too hard on yourself. I know you also want this."
He keeps on licking and kissing my jaw. "You can feel the bond. Stop caging yourself."
I didn't know what had happened. Things were just so fast that I found myself responding to his kisses.
But it's drizzling.
And we are on the balcony.
People might see us—AH!
I screamed when he bit a part of my neck. His kisses are already traveling down to my jaw, back to my neck, and vice versa. I felt him suck me, leaving marks on my skin, while his right hand started to travel around my body.
"Clayden, it's raining," I whispered, but he did not listen.
And I am lost. His left hand is gripping both of my wrists to stop me from holding him.