"Layla," he breathed, her name caught in his throat in warning. He'd been plenty worked up beforehand, and now that she'd started in earnest, he knew he wouldn't last for very long, a byproduct of not having done this in a while more so than inexperience. He'd begun to pant, any attempt at meditative breathing thrown straight out the window the second he'd felt her teeth. His hips lifted in search for more, though more of what, specifically, he wasn't quite sure, as the combination of everything she was doing was sending him further and further towards the edge. "Layla, I'm--"