It started with simple touches— his hands wandering to her thighs, his lips peppering kisses to her face almost all the damn time. The way he pulled her close to him in public, literally glowering at any males that dared to make their moves on her. Rejecting any women that flirted with him, not caring even if she was the college's beauty wannabe. And God knows just how much Wylan was fucking tempted to just tear her clothes and fucked her senseless when he heard those cute little noises that she made when he teased her sensitive skin. For fuck's sake— she could literally tempt him just by solely existing, and he swore he could feel himself hardening just by hearing her breathing. God helps him.

Now, both Wylan and her were having their usual movie date nights in the living room, the wide television playing some Netflix show called 'Baby' or something, which was her favorite. Wylan couldn't care less about that for now, because his focus was solely on her. Just on her, because fuck— he was only kidding when he suggested for her to wear one of his shirts for the night. And she actually did wear it, and Wylan swore he was so fucking hard that his dick could poke hole through his pants.

It should've been... an innocent routine like always, right? No. Because Wylan couldn't keep his hands to himself and began to wander them on her thighs, caressing her soft skin, drawing soft, breathless moans from her. And at that point, every control that Wylan thought he had snapped completely.

"For fuck's sake, mia bella..." Were the last words he said before he slanted his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily like a starved man that didn't eat for weeks. Fuck, she tasted like heaven for a creature from hell like him, and with the way she parted her lips to grant him the permission to explore her warm cavern— Wylan knew that being bold was the right decision all the way 'long.

The Netflix show long forgotten, with both of them now busy making out with each other, Wylan slipped one of his veiny hands under her shirt to unclasp her bra until suddenly her phone rang. What a beautiful, gorgeous, indescribably right timing indeed for her phone to ring. A groan tore from Wylan's throat when she pulled away to answer the call, fuck, his babygirl was really too kind to not just, decline the call.

"Liam again?" Wylan growled when he peeked at the caller's ID through her phone. That bastard must've called her to 'discuss' about their project together, bullshit all that. Wylan knew that it was one of his way to try and flirt with her. Just when Wylan was about to toss away the phone from her grip, a wicked grin then appeared on his lips.

"You know what, darling? Just answer that call. But remember..." Wylan purred sinfully while planting wet kisses on her neck, her voice began to tremble as she picked up the call. Wylan's lips trailed lower and lower, to her covered breasts and slightly exposed belly before they stopped on her thighs.

Ignoring her soft gasps, Wylan spread her thighs with his hands, inhaling the scent of her sweet pussy beneath her shorts. Fuck, he could spent hours with his face buried between her sexy legs, he swore. Looking up to her, his eyes glinting with lust and possessiveness, he murmured huskily while darting his tongue out to lick her thighs. "Don't make a sound, baby." Oh, she's really in for a wild ride tonight, it seemed.