Layla's POV
Gabriel said nothing as he smiled against my neck, his lips kissing and nibbling and biting their way gently along my shoulder as his hand worked its way over my breasts, circling my n****e through the material of my bra and I hated how I leaned into his touch…gasping for more. His wolf rumbled possessively as his fingers gripped my hips harder, digging into my skin and he began to slip my breasts out of my bra.
"You're impossible." I exhaled, feeling as though a fog had descended over me, and I gripped hold of the railing tighter as he pushed his body against mine, rumbling happily as he massaged my breasts, rolling my n****e between his fingers and nipping the skin on the area of my neck that should be marked when I finally accept a mate.
"And you're shaking." he m
