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I pound into her, claiming her. Our bodies are slick with sweat.
She bites her lip, eyes closed. Cries of pleasure escape her mouth.
It's the most erotic thing I've ever heard.
Every sound, every movement, every taste of her drives me wild.
Everything about her consumes me.
Our lovemaking is raw and intense.
She's screaming my name as I feel her shudder beneath me.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I can't help but give into my own release.
I groan, emptying myself inside her.
The world around us fades, and I collapse on top of her, heart racing.
How does it get more intense every time? "Keep this up and you're going to kill me, baby," I tell her as I drop a kiss onto her forehead.
She nestles into my chest, her breathing steadying. I stare down at her. Emila's red hair spreads across my pillow, her scent filling my senses.
I kiss the top of her head, smiling.
We fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms, our hearts beating in rhythm, my cock still inside her, our limbs tangled together, my fingers tracing her curves.
She ismine.
And I'mobsessed.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
Tyler
I feelmy pulse race as my eyes lock onto her, watching how she bites her lower lip in response to the other guy's flirtations.
I knew this was a bad idea. She wanted me to bring her to a college party. I didn't want her to think I was ashamed of her. Hell, I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I know I don't deserve her, but I want to guard her like the jealous prick I am.
My fists clench. I want to smash this guy's face into a wall for daring to look at her like that. She'smine.
My possessive nature flares up, and I take a step towards them, my hand curling into a fist. But I force myself to stay calm. I can't let anyone know how much she actually affects me. Tyler, the ice-cold killer, isn't known for losing his shit. I could jeaopradize my scholarship if I lose it at a party.
I lean against the wall, trying to disguise my anger as boredom, pretending to be deep in thought. The whiskey in my hand burns its way down my throat, and I welcome the brief distraction. Something about the taste of it makes me feel more powerful.
Emila laughs at whatever the guy says next, her shoulders shaking delicately. Her red hair falls around her face in waves, and I want to push it away just to feel its silkiness. She's so damn beautiful. Her lips glisten with that damn bright red lipstick that drives me crazy, and I almost lose it then and there.
I swallow hard, trying to banish the hateful thoughts from my mind. She's too good for someone like me. Emila Thompson's warmth radiates from her, drawing in everyone around her like moths to a flame. Is it any wonder everyone in the room is gravitating toward her?
But then he touches her, his hand brushing against her lower back.
And. I. Lose. It.
Rage boils up inside me, and all I can see is red. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I'm striding over to them. I loom over them, blocking their view of each other, my eyes narrowing at the smug asshole in front of me. He doesn't even notice my presence until I speak. My voice low, husky, menacing. "She's not interested."
The color drains from his face as he takes a step back, his eyes flicking between us. He doesn't argue or push me away. He knows better. He simply nods and walks away, leaving me alone with her. Slowly, I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the exit. She looks up at me, confusion etched onto that perfect face of hers. "You don't have to do that," she whispers. "We were just talking."
