Zaila dropped a hand and grabbed the edge of her desk so hard that she began to dent the wood. With her other hand, she pulled down the hood the vampire wore over his head, running her hand through his dark hair and gripping his locks with even more strength than he was gripping her hair with.
Zaila felt the vampire stop kneading her breast and before she could wonder why or really stew in the feeling of loss that accompanied the lack of his touch, she heard a ripping sound as one of his claws cut across the front of her shirt.
As the two halves of the shirt fell away, Caius returned his hand to the kneading of one of Zaila's breasts while also taking his lips off hers to drop down and suckle on her neck. The smell of pine was all over her in a delectable perfume that he was glad to saturate his olfactory senses with. From her neck, Caius went to Zaila's throat, reverting to human teeth so he could safely ravage her skin.
