“Sorry to say, you’ve grown a bit predictable.” Those words. All Cait needed to say to send Vi into a frenzy of heat.

Vi hooked her muscular hand along your jawline, pushing her lips against yours with a unique fiery passion only she could hold. Her lips molding against yours, your bodies pushing perfectly against each other— like puzzle pieces, exactly where they’re meant to be.

Vi didn’t hesitate to run her hands down your waist, her fingers hooking around your shirt to expose the bare skin underneath. She continued not soon after, pinning you against the wall with her broad figure and fumbling to undo the belt that separated the thing she so desperately needed the most. Her fingers greedily trailed lower, the heat in the room intensifying.