Chapter 19

Layla's POV

I smiled softly at him. He took that as a go-ahead and stood up from his chair, carried me in bridal style, and led me to his bed. He placed me gently on it, like I was a porcelain doll that he didn’t want to break. After that, he climbed on top of the bed with me and began to kiss me almost immediately, devouring my lips with a different want and hunger. He wanted me, and somehow that made me feel good or better.

“I want you so bad, but I'm afraid that I would lose my senses if I didn’t take action, but the humane side of me constantly reminds me that I should be gentle with you. I don’t know how long my last straw of control would reach, but I also know I have to try.”

It made me happy that he was telling me these things.

He snaked his hand under my shirt to feel my breasts. He began to fondle my breasts, moving from one to the other. I was a moaning mess underneath his ardor. I couldn’t stop moaning. He was making me feel thing