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.

have to take it,” Tyler said with a little smile on his mouth but I knew he was not amused. No, he

head, his mouth so close to

arching slightly which made me

want something Layla, desperately. I don’t wait. I take. And I keep taking until I’m satisfied.” He groaned, brushing his

moan

(Lv. 1

into your pussy. ” He groaned before taking my lips

more and roughly kissed

way he took my lips this time around. Something was different. It was like he

me to open my mouth to him confirmed

into his mouth, because that was all I can do, and moan. The way his tongue brushed against mine, so slow then rough then back

today, something different yet lovely and hot all

say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away, only to land on my waist while the other does

legs around his waist, a bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d

I want. “Tyler rasped against my mouth, his tongue teasing

goddamn cherries even after those sausages.” He groans biting

myself quite liking it, a lot more than I thought because

So much more.

feel the

long we had left until Daff wakes up or when he had to leave. But I wanted him to do something more to calm down that raging fire he had set inside my

wanted him to quench

moaned, my nails digging into his shoulder. “Take it.” | groaned when he bit into my

to make him see that he wasn’t affecting me as much as he thought, but of course it was only

I wanted him.

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