Layla's POV (Continuation)
I let go of his lips, panting. I felt disoriented but my body responded excitedly to his advances. He leaned down on my neck, tracing his wet lips on the soft spot in there until he found his happy place.
It sent a jolting sensation on my spine and my hand cupped his head while the other hand gripped tight on his shoulder when I felt like fainting on his arms. He was still rubbing his clothed shaft on my glory. And the contact between our two genitals was slowly setting a fire that would be hard to quench.
"Hunner..." I called out breathily, trying to hold on to my last thread of self-control. Hunter continued to feast on the rest of my flesh like he was no longer there to listen. "Hunner-" I groaned when he found another sensitive spot to nibble again.
