Layla's POV
I knew damn well that it was wrong but the moment that Gabriel's mouth collided with mine, every functioning part of my brain switched off and Freja took over.
Any sense of logic, regard for my human pride, and any semblance of basic survival instinct was completely gone and my body reacted so quickly to his touch that it should have been humiliating...except that's not what I felt at all.
His mouth crushed against mine, hot and hungry, his hand sliding into my hair with a kind of desperation that should've scared me but didn't. His mouth moved against mine insistently, prying it open, and pushing his tongue against mine, a low growl vibrating through his chest and into my ribs, knocking the breath out of me.
Then he caught himself…barely…his forehead pressing to
