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.

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

head, his mouth

slightly which made me arch more into

don’t wait. I take. And I keep taking until I’m satisfied.” He groaned, brushing his lips against

to make you moan

(Lv. 1

into your pussy. ” He groaned before taking

his lips more and roughly kissed me as if showing me

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

tongue swiped against the soft wetness of my lower lip, coaxing me to open my mouth

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

with that kiss today, something different yet lovely and hot all the same. Perhaps

because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away,

a bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure

tongue teasing between my lips before sucking

after those sausages.” He groans biting my bottom lip until

myself quite liking it, a lot

So much more.

his hardness brushing against my core. I could only feel the heat. And it was burning the more he kept brushing that

how long we had left until Daff wakes up or when he had to leave. But

him to quench

nails digging into his shoulder. “Take it.” |

him to. Never did. I only tried to make him see that he

I wanted him.

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