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.

take it,” Tyler said with a little smile on his mouth but I knew he was not amused. No, he was completely honest and definitely meant every single

head, his mouth so close

shivered, arching slightly which made me arch

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

going to make you moan like you had done

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I’m going to enjoy dipping my tongue into your pussy. ” He

a slight brush until he presses his lips more and roughly kissed me as if

strange with the way he took my lips this time around. Something was different. It was like he was trying to tell me something using his mouth. Something! couldn’t seem to

me to open

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

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

of what he was trying to say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away, only

I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not fall for

“Tyler rasped against my mouth, his tongue

taste like goddamn cherries even after those sausages.” He groans biting my bottom

lot more than I thought

So much more.

I could only feel the heat. And

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

wanted him to quench it.

“Take it.” | groaned when he

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

I wanted him.

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