Layla looked down at him wide-eyed as he bared her most intimate parts to him and he watched her with a dangerous glint in his lust-filled gaze before he dipped his head between her legs.

“Atreus,” Layla gasped in protest.

“Relax, my sweet Layla,” he whispered against her inner thigh. “You promised me a meal, remember?”

“I didn’t- not like this,” she stuttered, her face flaming red as he laid sweet kisses against her thighs. ...