When a deep rumble spilled from his throat, I couldn’t take it anymore. A soft whimper from me had his orange eyes snapping to my face, and his tail slipped from his mouth, leaving his lips shiny and swollen. “Hold on to me tight. Squeeze my horns hard.” I did as he asked, really tugging on them as I lifted myself up a bit on his body. Suddenly, both of his hands were on mine and squeezing, hard—showing me how hard he wanted me gripping him. Just as I was about to ask if it hurt, Misha’s body shuddered. The amount of pressure we were applying seemed extreme, but I swallowed my words and
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