Layla's pov

I couldn’t answer. I could barely think past the burn, the stretch, the way my body trembled around him like I might shatter from how deep he reached.

He kissed the tears from the corner of my eye like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“My perfect little toy. Waiting a whole damn week for this was more strenuous than I have done in the last two years.”

I whimpered, spilling something that wasn’t even a word. My legs tried to wrap around him instinctively, but ...