Layla’s pov

I had seen that heat in Tyler’s eyes before, in his room, in the bathroom. And I knew it must be mirroring my own, because I could literally see myself in the mirror of his eyes.

Panting. Wanting. Him.

He was too close. I need to think clearly. I need to breathe properly.

” Well a little hunger won’t hurt. “I groan, completely aware that I had lost the fight. In fact they were not much fight to begin with.

Tyler moves away from my face entirely to look down at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “You’d want me to go hungry little Layla?”

He cock his head to the side slightly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as the corner of his lips tug up into a grin.

He waited for my answer, so intently that every noise around us just seem to not be rattling in my ears anymore.

Everything had gone so quiet. A stilling silence that only allowed me to hear his breathing and that of my own.

But not only that, I could hear the sound of my heart hammering in my chest.

“And what if I would?” I breathed out. Because that alone can do right now, breathe. Or at least try to.

His hand was still cupping me down below, which was probably the main reason I wasn’t so focused right now

Tyler arched his brow and somehow my eyes felt the urge to drop lower, right on his lips.

Air. I need air into my lungs.

on his mouth but I knew he was not amused. No, he was completely honest and definitely

dips his head, his mouth so close to my

arching slightly which made me arch more into

wait. I take. And I

going to make you moan like you had done last

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tongue into your pussy. ” He groaned before taking my lips with

brush until he presses his lips more and roughly kissed me as if showing me that my lips

around. Something was different. It

of my lower lip, coaxing me to open my mouth to him confirmed he was

his mouth, because that was all I can do, and moan. The way his tongue

that kiss today, something different yet lovely and hot all the

much time to think of what he was trying to say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away, only to land on my waist while the

because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not fall for how jello like my

I want. “Tyler rasped against my mouth, his tongue teasing between my lips before sucking my bottom

sausages.” He groans biting my bottom lip until I felt the

liking it, a lot

So much more.

me into the door, his hardness brushing against my core. I could only feel the heat. And it was burning the more

up or when he had to leave. But I wanted him to do something more to calm down that raging

him to quench it. And

his shoulder. “Take it.” | groaned

didn’t want him to. Never did. I only tried to make him see that he wasn’t

I wanted him.

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