She slowly shakes her head, then leans in stealing a heated kiss from his lips. Once able to catch her breath she trails her lips against his cheek, then upon his jawline, along the crook of his neck, and then meeting at he bed of his earlobe where she gingerly nips. “Take off your shirt.” she whispers.

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he couldn’t help the slight grin that spread across his lips a few moments after the kiss. nor could he truly deny his enjoyment of the moment. no, ky was in absolute bliss as he leaned his head back for a few moments. “as i’ve said before,” he mused out lowly. “all you ever have to do is ask.”

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