It was a after club a dark misty cold night yet there was some warmth between you and Caitlyn, her hands on the wall beside your head pinning you to the cold brick wall your back is pressed on, her mouth covered with your blood as she sucked your blood her warm breath constantly down your neck..she pulls away and looked at you

''Your not hurting are you'' Caitlyn asked her eyes fixated on your bloody neck then your face

Caitlyn expects you to be hurt and uncomfortable but your body and face doesn't say other wise, Your hair is all messy and curly your expression is laced with lust and desire and arousal, when Caitlyn sees this she chuckles "Your turned on by this aren't you''