Caitlyn's POV
"Don't."
Realizing what was about to happen and clinging to a shred of sanity, I gently pushed Talon's solid chest away. Talon swallowed hard, leading me to a corner of an alley.
In the confined space, the air was thick with the scent of hormones, reminiscent of my initial encounter with Talon in that same location. It was with this emotion that I felt my body slowly heating up at that moment.
"You seem to recall something."
Talon wore a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. He leaned down and softly kissed my white neck, simultaneously continuing the movement of his hand, tugging at my skirt, exposing my smooth shoulders to the air.
The sensation left me a bit groggy, and I lightly bit my lip in an attempt to clear my head. However, Talon's large, strong hands, like hot irons, roamed my body, gradually eroding my will.
"Caitlyn."