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.

I’d just have to take it,” Tyler said with a little smile on his mouth but I knew he was

his head, his mouth so

shivered, arching slightly which made me arch more

I take. And I keep taking until I’m

going to make you moan like

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your pussy. ” He groaned before taking my

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

lips this time around. Something was different. It was like he was trying to tell

lip, coaxing me to open my mouth to him confirmed he was really trying to

do, and moan. The way

certain pleasure with that kiss today, something different yet lovely and hot

was trying to say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move

could do nothing but wrap my legs around his waist, a bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not

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

those sausages.” He groans

quite liking it, a lot more than I thought

So much more.

only feel the heat. And it was burning the more he kept brushing that hardness against

to leave. But I wanted him

to quench it. And

it.” | groaned when he bit

I only tried to make him see that he wasn’t

I wanted him.

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