"Your moderu. Onry you." Probably not entirely the truth. Kikuya wasn't the type to stay exclusive to one designer, but for tonight? Hell yes. She was Whisper's model, her lover, her everything. No one else would lay their eyes on Kikuya like that except Whisper. No one else would touch her, kiss her, savor her, and in return no one else heard the soft, pleading moans that slipped past her lips. Those all belonged to Whisper. Everything did. Tonight they belong to one another and nothing else really mattered.
Upon hearing that Whisper didn't intend on stopping, a smile curled up on Kikuya's lips. Absolutely perfect. Just what she had in mind. The Japanese woman tilted her head up to expose more of her sensitive neck to the vampire, keeping her hand busy with teasing Whisper's breast. Thankfully Kikuya couldn't tell she was cold by touching her. Made roaming her hand about her body far more easier. She tweaked at the vampire's nipple while the other hand began to trail down her body and skimmed over the hem of her panties. Kikuya whimpered playfully while tugging at the material. Damn panties were so lovely, yet so in the way of what she wanted. Pout.