“Look at me,” he growls, biting my lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. When he pulls away, he starts fucking me with his fingers and my brain explodes. I can’t take my eyes off him even if I wanted to. “You’re mine, Lyla James.” He adds a third finger, and I scream when he does something with it that sets me off. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” My entire body shakes.
