Layla bit back another quiet noise, fighting against the instinct to tense up. She tried to breathe deeply, but it wasn't steady. She could feel her body acclimating, though, and it was... better. There was something primally good about it, something basic and fundamental and right. It just wasn't comfortable.

She didn't mind.

"Oh," she breathed quietly, nails digging into his shoulder some, as she turned her face against his neck.