Chapter 35
Layla’s POV
Mateo stood at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes locked onto my trembling, completely ruined form.
He slowly raised his hand—the same hand that was completely dripping, glistening, and coated in my thick juices, and brought his fingers to his mouth, casually licking them clean one by one without breaking eye contact.
The sheer, filthy sight of it sent a violent spike of heat straight back down to my hyper-sensitive core.
I could still feel the way those same fingers had stretched me open and pumped me until I squirted all over his face and the sheets.
My p***y was throbbing so hard it hurt, empty and swollen and leaking a steady trail of my own c*m down the crack of my ass.
He reached up to the wooden posts and unclipped the iron handcuffs from my wrists a
