“Furny…” she breathed against his mouth, voice soft but filled with raw need. Zoella’s heart clenched, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes—not from sadness, but from the sheer overwhelming love she felt in that moment. XXX He chuckled, his breath warm against her belly. His claws traced light, teasing circles along her spine before moving outward, massaging the dip of her lower back. She moaned, her body instinctively rolling into his touch, seeking more. And yet, Furny wasn’t finished taking his time. Her moans turned into gasps, then sharp cries of pleasure as her climax rushed toward her like a crashing wave.
