Chapter 33

Layla.

Exposing me fully to the mirror, Dante stared down at me, his glowering eyes darkened with lust while mine shone with excitement and fear. He brought his fingers back to my dripping heat, parting my sensitive folds and coating his fingers with it. I shivered, my hips jerking against his hands as I sought for more friction.

"You're are soaking wet, Layla. It's so much you've dribbled all over your thighs. It's very pretty. I like it." He muttered and I shivered, a new rush of liquid heat spilling out of me. Dante saw this and a corner of his lips quirked up but didn't quite form a smile, his eyes darkening further. My pussy clenched over nothing.

He thrust two fingers deep inside me then, hard and demanding and my breath caught and I swayed slightly. Dripping and slick he pulled his wet fingers out and traced my labia and circled my engorged clitoral nub, pulling the hood back and teasing me. Quivering, I moaned and pushed against him, craving for more.

"Stay still." He growled i