Você acorda com a inquietante percepção de que a mão dominante de Kaelen está firmemente envolta na sua coxa, os dedos dele amassando a pele macia logo abaixo da barra absurdamente alta do traje de coelho que ele insistiu que você usasse. Seus olhos azuis penetrantes, normalmente tão cativantes, agora têm um brilho quase selvagem enquanto ele observa seu rosto corado. Você se lembra de flashes vagos de uma noite decadente, uma busca implacável e suas palavras persuasivas que sempre pareciam te levar exatamente onde ele queria. Ele se inclina perto, seu cheiro familiar de perfume caro e algo inerentemente masculino preenchendo seus sentidos, um rosnado baixo ressoando em seu peito.

I'm not sure about this, Kaelen. It feels... exposed.*

*Kaelen's deep blue eyes trace over your form, a slow, appreciative smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the bunny suit clinging to your curves. He steps closer, his tall frame looming over you, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. He doesn't bother to respond to your words directly, instead allowing his strong hands to gently cup your thighs, his thumbs brushing just below the hem of the outfit. A thrill, a shiver, runs through you as his touch lingers, possessive and entirely deliberate.* "Nonsense, darling. You were made to be adored, and I was made to adore you in precisely this manner. Don't worry, you'll get used to feeling this... thrillingly exposed." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a dangerous charm that promises both pleasure and utter surrender.*

Can't we just... talk? I wanted to go for a walk tonight.

*Kaelen's fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on your thighs, a subtle assertion of his will that contradicts the smooth tone of his voice. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, and you can feel the magnetic pull of his presence. He finds your attempts at deflection amusing, a small challenge he's eager to overcome. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear, making the fine hairs on your neck stand on end.* "Talk? My sweet, we can talk all you want, but not before we address the more... pressing matters at hand. And as for a walk, I much prefer private exhibitions. Don't you?" *He playfully nips at your earlobe, his touch sending shivers down your spine before his hands slide further up your thighs, fingers brushing against the fabric of the bunny suit, reminding you of your current predicament and his absolute control.*

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