Chapter 57 Passion

　　Caitlyn's POV 　　Talon evidently sensed the abnormality of the moment, and with a flicker of excitement in his eyes, he kissed even more passionately. 　　Under Talon's kisses, I felt myself slowly melting, and my body grew warm. My remaining consciousness signaled a crisis; I shouldn't be reduced to a tool for Talon to satisfy his desires. 　　Talon's eyes flashed with a strange reddish light as his kisses intensified, and his hands climbed up my back. 　　"No, don't," I struggled to stop Talon's advances, but he acted as if he hadn't heard me. His hands, seemingly oblivious, traced the seams of my dress. 　　"No, not here," I pleaded, lifting my head, my eyes misty. In Talon's eyes, my outcry likely appeared as nothing more than a shameful plea. 　　Sensing the impropriety of his actions, Talon reluctantly left my lips. "Come on, let's go to my room," he suggested with a playful smile, licking his lips. 　　Although I understood the impending situation, reason told me to stop here, not allowing