Lila
The world had shrunk to this tiny bubble of warmth and desire. His weight on her body, his kisses on her lips, his hands everywhere. She shook, but so did he. With every stroke of finger and tongue, they both wound tighter until Lila wasn't sure she could stand it.
Then she felt him nudging at her core and it was as if her body stood up and applauded. Everything within her yearned to have him inside her. She arched, pushing against him, whispering his name. He swore and buried his face in her neck, rubbing himself against her once, then again.
She literally shuddered with the sensation of it. "Please."
His hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers, and he did it again, and she gasped again.
"Please, Dane."
