LAYLA'S POV
I've always imagined my mates playing with my body, dominating me as theirs, doing whatever the fuck they want to do to me. But I never imagined it would be this good. I had no idea that I'd feel this…euphoric. Goddess, I don't even know the word to describe it.
All I know is that with Killain's mouth on my clit, I'm in fucking cloud nine. And I don't want to get down.
Killian takes his sweet time down there, licking me slowly at just the right pace to please me but not enough to put me on edge. It's amazing and frustrating at the right time.
I take a look at him. He lays there lazily like he has all the time in the world. The moonlight from the windows highlights his devilishly handsome face, making him look even more like a god than he already does.
He looks like he just stepped out from a painting. And that look on his face? He looks so relaxed with his eyes closed. He looks like he's enjoying himself. He looks like pleasing me is giving him pleasure too.
