DRAKE WASN’T READY for the taste of his mate. It was intoxicating. He wanted to devour her, hear her scream his name as he lapped up her pleasure. His tongue darted between her folds to caress the most sensitive parts of her, making her squirm as he held her hips.
He delved deeper, pushed past the folds, teasing her entrance. She was ready for him, slick with need, but he wasn’t ready for that. Drake wanted to make her come first. He wanted to feel her shiver in his grasp while he coaxed her up and over the precipice.
Which she did, plenty. As his tongue danced over her part, Layla squirmed and trembled, her back arching the closer she came. He raised a hand and cupped her bare breast. Her n****e was taught in his hand, ready to be plucked and teased. She clasped a hand over his, keeping
