Leila's POV:
His touch was everywhere, setting my skin aflame and leaving me trembling under his control. Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue—it was intoxicating, consuming. My hands instinctively gripped his shoulders, my nails biting into his flesh as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I felt completely exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly safe in his hands.
I could barely catch my breath, my body reacting to him with a fervor I'd never known. My hips moved against him of their own accord, seeking more, needing more. His name slipped from my lips, a desperate whisper, "Chase…" The sound of it was foreign to my ears—pleading, trembling, raw.
