Dazed, you are, and the way Cyno drags his tongue across your jaw makes it harder to breathe. What especially bothers you is how your wet clothes cling to your skin.

Cyno doesn't fail to notice your squirming. Without parting from your neck, he slips a hand under your tank top, purposely pushing the fabric up as he gives your waist a firm squeeze.

"Do you want them off?" he asks as his thumb traces patterns over your now-exposed skin.