Not one inch did he miss with his hands or his mouth. Layla returned touch for touch, kiss for kiss. Their bodies strained to seek their own pleasure while pleasing their mate. Knowing this was a pivotal moment for both of them, Everett tried to make it as good as he could for Layla. She seemed to be seeking with a desperate need and she was struggling. His instinct to protect her kicked in. Grabbing her hands, he dragged them over her head and held them together by her wrists. Pushing his other hand down firmly on her hip bone, he ground out, “Settle.” Layla instantly stopped and focused on Everett. Her body was on fire, she needed to come, she needed to bite, she was overwhelmed with her instincts to get closer to her man. His firm voice took the panic out of her body in a swift cascade of relaxation. “I’ve got you, baby. Never doubt it. I’ll always take care of you,” he swore, showing her his cougar in his eyes.
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