Chapter 39

Layla wrapped her hands around Nolan's neck as he devoured her lips.

Layla's hands were like molten fire as they slid up Nolan's neck, her fingers curling into the soft, downy hair at the nape of his neck.

Nolan responded, his lips devouring hers with a fierce, possessive hunger that made Layla's head spin.

His tongue darted between her lips, exploring her mouth with untold passion.

The kiss was like a fire, consuming them both in its all-consuming heat. Layla moaned softly, ...