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.

but I knew he was not

head, his mouth so close to my

made me arch more into

desperately. I don’t wait. I take. And I keep

you moan like you had done last

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your pussy. ” He groaned before taking

until he presses his lips more and

was strange with the way he took my lips this time around. Something was different. It was

tongue swiped against the soft wetness of my lower lip, coaxing me to open my mouth to him confirmed he was really trying

all I can do, and moan. The way his tongue brushed against mine, so slow then rough then back to

something different yet lovely and hot all the same.

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

bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not fall for how jello like my legs currently feels at the

against my mouth, his tongue teasing between my lips before sucking my bottom lip

even after those sausages.” He groans biting my

myself quite liking it, a lot more than

So much more.

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

or when he had to leave. But I wanted

to quench it.

his shoulder. “Take it.” | groaned when he bit into my

that he wasn’t affecting

I wanted him.

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