Clara shivered when she felt Gilas's warm breath land on her skin. Once more, she felt that strong pull coming from him just from him touching her like this. The sensation was foreign, and yet it still sent a pleasurable feeling running through her spine. She bit her lower lip when she felt his wet tongue licking her skin, hovering over the spot where he was going to sink his fangs into her.
"Clara…" he whispered, trailing off as if waiting for her to give him the signal.
"Go on," she firmly replied, stopping herself from moaning from how he was lovingly kissing her shoulder blades.
