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She fit against him—nestled tightly against his chest, as if she fit so very perfectly there. A rumble from his throat would be a hint of his own resolve fading—the slightest lift of his forelimb to encase her, willing himself to not pivot her around and pull her hips sharply against him. It was what she desired—he knew that. Hell, he would enjoy himself too, he knew that.

But then what?

Then what… He groaned softly against her ear, a smile pressing to his mouth despite his jaws seeking to preen at her further. “You test me,” he confided.