Layla hummed softly into the kiss, resting against him for a moment, before pulling back to look over his face, gaze keen and observant as ever. She brushed their mouths together twice, kissed him again, then nudged his chin back with the tip of her nose and sucked gently on his Adam's apple. She scraped his neck carefully with her teeth, then moved to the hollow of his throat, lapping at the indentation in his skin with the flat of her tongue. It had taken long enough to get to this point at all, she was damn well going to take her time enjoying it. The feel and taste of him were things she'd wanted for what felt like a hundred years, and obligation to the correct sequence of events be damned, finally getting to experience them was worth what she'd had to go through to get them.