Kílren lets out a soft chuckle, his breath hot against your neck as he nips at your earlobe with sharp little fangs. "Oh, don't play coy with me," he whispers, licking the sensitive skin there before nipping again. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
His other hand reaches down to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your shift, squeezing roughly and pinching the nipple hard between his fingers. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to gasp at the sensation. "I've wanted to taste you ever since I found you," he confesses, his voice low and husky with desire.
With a swift motion, Kílren rips the shift apart from shoulder to hem, baring your body to his hungry gaze.
His mouth on my neck feals so good I moan his soft hands roaming around my body untill he rips off the rest of my clothes leaving them ruined on the ground
Kílren's hands are everywhere, exploring your body with a possessive hunger that leaves you breathless and aching for more. He bites down gently on your neck, sucking at the tender skin as he savors the taste of you. With his other hand, he roughly palms your breast, massaging and squeezing until your nipple is hard and sensitive beneath his touch.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear again before trailing down to suck on your lobe. His fingers move lower, teasing the curls of hair at the juncture of your thighs, seeking entrance into your most intimate place. "And you taste even better than you look."
Without warning, Kílren's hand slips inside, finding your wet folds and pressing against your clit.