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.

to 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

mouth so close to

made me arch more

wait. I take. And I keep taking until

to make you moan

(Lv. 1

into your pussy. ” He groaned before taking my lips with

he presses his lips more and roughly kissed

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

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

all I can do, and moan. The way his tongue brushed against

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

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

because if I didn’t

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

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

myself quite liking it, a lot more

So much more.

I could only feel the heat. And it was burning the more he kept brushing

until Daff wakes up or when he had to leave. But I wanted him to do something more to calm down that raging

him to quench it. And

| moaned, my nails digging into his shoulder. “Take it.” | groaned when he bit into my

want him to. Never did. I only tried to make him see that he wasn’t affecting me as much as he thought, but

I wanted him.

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