Chapter 37
Layla’s POV
I woke up the next morning with a deep, throbbing soreness radiating straight through my core.
Every small shift of my hips against the silk sheets brought a sharp, delicious reminder of how Mateo had stretched me open, bound me in iron, and ruined me until I couldn't even think straight.
My inner thighs were stiff, my p***y felt swollen and sensitive, and my skin still felt hyper-aware of where his hands and mouth had been.
Knock. Knock.
“Layla, sweetie! Wake up,” my mom’s voice echoed from the hallway outside my bedroom door.
“Hurry up and get ready for breakfast. We’re all eating together in the dining room before heading out.”
“I’m coming, Mom!” I called back, my voice still slightly raspy from screaming his name all night.
I swung my legs over the ed
