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.

on his mouth but I knew he was not

mouth so close

arching slightly which made

take. And I keep taking until I’m satisfied.” He groaned, brushing his lips against

to make you moan like you had done

(Lv. 1

my tongue into your

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

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.

of my lower lip, coaxing me to

I can do, and moan. The way his tongue brushed against mine, so slow

different

not much time to think of what he was trying to say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away, only to land on my waist while

legs around his waist, a bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not fall for how jello

tongue

still taste like goddamn cherries even after those sausages.” He groans biting my bottom lip until I felt the sting of

a lot more than

So much more.

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

to leave. But I wanted

to

digging into his shoulder. “Take it.” |

only tried to make him see that he wasn’t affecting me as much

I wanted him.

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