(Author’s POV)
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Layla gasped against his lips, feeling his tension, anger and jealousy, all poured into their kiss, igniting their hidden desire. And despite everything she wanted to avoid between them – the fight, the guilt, the confusion – Layla found herself surrendering her own desire overpowering the conflict she felt in her heart.
“What are you doing?” her words sounded more like soft whispers in his ears. His hands roamed her body, his kiss deepening, being desperate to claim what he believed was already his.
Before she could stop him, her body betrayed her mind. Her hands moved to his hair, pulling him closer as her mind clouded with the intensity of the moment. “Layla..” he whispered her name in between their kisses and whispered his words, “I want to taste your bod
