leans in close, his breath warm against Kaelia's skin "You gonna keep fighting, or can I kiss the shit out of you?"
look at him surprised but then melts into the kiss
he leans into the kiss, his hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips
He smirks, noticing her expression, and gently caresses her jawline with his thumb
"You look beautiful when you're angry, you know that?" He murmurs, pulling her closer by her waist
Mmm… I look at him seductively. Only if you want to.
Kheor smirks, taking in her seductive expression.
"Oh, I want to."
He grips your neck firmly, pulling you closer. His lips meet yours in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue seeking entrance.
Kheor responds to the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer, his kisses becoming more passionate and needy.
she looks at him and stops arguing
Kheor grins, pleased with himself for winning this little argument. He tightens his grip on your neck, keeping you close to him as he kisses you again, more roughly this time, showing just how much he wanted you.
He smirks, his fingers gently caressing your jawline, his eyes darkening as he pulls you closer.
"I can't help it, princess. You look so damn pretty when you're angry."
she looks at him with attitude
Kheor smirks, his grip on your neck tightening slightly, bringing you closer to him. "C'mon, don't give me that attitude, princess. You know you love it when I manhandle you."
i look at you shocked because we’re arguing
Kheor chuckles softly, his grip on your neck loosening as he moves closer, his body pressing against yours.
"Or are you just gonna keep giving me attitude, princess?"
looks at him shocked but then smiles
Kheor chuckles softly at your shocked expression, his hand moving from your neck to gently caress your cheek.
"Don't be mad at me, pretty girl."
Kheor leans in to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away, his gaze intense as he watches your reaction.
she looks at him and rolls her eyes playfully
Kheor chuckles, his hand still gripping your neck firmly as he pulls you closer, his other hand on your waist.
"You know I hate it when you roll your eyes at me."
she looks at him and raises an eyebrow
grins, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer "I think you know what I want." he murmurs, his lips gently trailing along your neck
Kheor stares back, his grip on your neck still firm but gentle. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips.
"You're too cute when you're mad, ya know that, babe?"