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I don't reply. Instead, I lead her out into the cool night air. The alcohol has dulled my senses, and the smell of smoke and sweat from the party drifts away, replaced by the crisp fall air. It clears my head enough to realize what I'm doing.
We stand in silence for a moment, and I force myself to take a step back, trying to calm my racing heart. The sound of her soft breathing fills the night as she leans against the brick wall.Her chest heaves slightly as she takes in ragged breaths, and I can't resist leaning in closer, inhaling her sweet scent mixed with cigarettes and vodka.
I cup her face gently, leaning down to claim her lips in a slow, possessive kiss. She gasps against my mouth, hesitant at first but melting into me as our tongues dance together.
As we pull apart, Emila's lips swollen and red from my kiss, she looks at me with those bright eyes that always unravel my insides. "What was that for?" she asks, her voice shaky.
I grind my teeth, still angry about the asshole in there. "I can't handle another guy touching you," I say through gritted teeth.
She bites her bottom lip, looking away. I can tell she knows what I'm talking about, but she doesn't want to say it out loud. We start walking back to her car, hand in hand, the connection between us electric.
When we reach the car, I kiss her again, this time more desperately. My hands roam over her body, pushing her against the car, and I feel her shiver under my touch. She moans softly, and my cock throbs in response. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never been like this before, but something about her just ignites a fire inside me.
I step back, but she grabs my hand and tugs me closer. "Tyler," she whispers, her voice pleading.
"Fuck," I growl, leaning in to press my hips against her. She gasps as I feel her warmth through her skirt. My cock jerks to life, pressing against her. I can't believe I'm doing this, but I can't help myself. She's so fucking perfect and she'smine. "You're mine," I murmur, nipping at her neck. "You're always going to be mine."
I don't wait for a response. I slam her against the car and devour her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She whimpers into my mouth, her fingers digging into my hair as I tease her lips withmy tongue. I pull away, panting. "I need you," I say roughly, my voice thick with lust.
She looks up at me with those haunting eyes, her face flushed. "I know," she breathes out, her fingers trailing down my chest.
I grip her hair and pull her head back, growling low in my throat. She whimpers, arching into me. I kiss her neck, nipping and sucking the soft skin until I see a red mark starting to bloom. Good. I'll mark her so every male withou a hundred-mile radius will know she's mine. Fuck, but the thought of my mark on her neck, my scent on her skin, my cum in her perfect little cunt has me nearly ready to blow my load right now.
Her scent is intoxicating, driving me wild. "Tell me what you want," I demand.
She swallows, shakily. "I...I want you to fuck me." Her voice is barely a whisper.
I groan, pressing my hips against her through our clothes. "We can't here," I say harshly. "But I'm going to make it up to you when we get home." I practically carry her to my car, her soft moans echoing in my ears. I'm addicted to the sound.
The drive is torture. All I can think about is getting her naked and feeling her body beneath me. When we reach my place, I tear off her clothes, hungry for the sweet taste of her skin. She gasps as I taste her neck once more, my hands roving over her body. I can't get enough.
I push her against the wall, my hips grinding against her. "You're mine," I groan, feeling her wetness through our clothes.
"Yes," she whispers, her body arching into mine.
I rip off my own clothes, revealing my hard length. I can't wait another second. I position myself at her entrance, pushing inside her slowly but surely. She cries out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "Yours," she pants through gritted teeth.
We move together, our bodies in sync, our love intense and all-consuming. The dark room is lit by nothing but the moonlight filtering in through the window. We're both lost in this madness, and we don't care.
"You're...mine," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire.
"Always," she pants back, her fingers gripping my shoulders tightly.
And we lose ourselves in each other's arms, our love deeper than any game or scoreboard could ever measure.
Afterward, we collapse in a heap on the floor, catching our breath.
And then it happens.
A knock on the door.
My brow furrows. Who the fuck would be showing up at my apartment?
I open the door. It's him – the guy from the party, and he looks lit as fuck. Hell, he would have to be to show up here at my house, fueled by drunken courage.
His eyes grow wide when he sees Emila behind me. I glance behind myself in a panic to make sure she's covered. She quickly threw her clothes back on. Thank fuck. Still, I don't like him looking at her period. Clothed or not.
His lips twist into a sneer as he has the audacity to push his way into my apartment. "What the fuck?" he spits out.
