~LAYLA~
My legs wrapped around his hips, my nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers drove me mad, the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful.
His free hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to tip my head back, exposing my throat.
"I'd love nothing more than to have you screaming my name, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough. "But I'll settle for seeing you fall apart in front of me."
"Oh, please." I gritted my teeth, my pulse racing, my body wound so tight I felt like I might burst. "You can't break me that easily."
"We'll see about that."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, husby."
"I'm not."
"Then prove it," I challenged.
"With pleasure."
Axel's eyes darkened, and then, he picked up the pace. His fingers were pumping into me, harder, faster, while his thumb pressed against my clit in a way that made my whole body tremble.
I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of me, slick with my wetness. My walls clenched around him, my body craving more.
