Lilly’s POV
A low moan escapes me as my eyes flutter open. Sparks trail across my chest—Drake’s fingers, warm and slow, tracing down to my stomach. Every inch he touches leaves behind a memory.
I smile, searching for his face. “Morning,” I croak, licking my dry lips.
“Morning, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss beneath my ear. The heat of his breath sends a delicious shiver down my spine.
Layla purrs in the back of my mind, savoring the way his lips graze my skin. His hand slips beneath my panties, and his mouth starts to work my neck with skillful, familiar pressure.
“Mmmmmm…” I moan, his touch waking every nerve in my body.
His fingers dip lower, drawing soft circles that make my breath hitch. His lips move slowly down my throat, his stubble scraping gently against my skin. Every
