"Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~"
The first kiss had been careful introduction to a new sensation.
This one was hungrier. More demanding. Cassius's hand slid from her cheek to the back of her head, tangling in her wild black hair, pulling her closer with an urgency that made her gasp.
And then his other hand found her horn.
"Mmm—!" Ragnora whimpered into his mouth.
Her horns were sensitive—she'd known that since childhood. A gentle polish from Florence had always made her melt.
But this was different. This was Cassius's fingers tracing the ridges and grooves, stroking the base where the horn met her skull, exploring the curved length with a tenderness that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing.
She tried to pull back—the sensation was almost too much—but Cassius's grip on her head was firm.
