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He'saddictive.
But what if he gets bored of me? What if he's just so obsessive now because we're in the so-called honeymoon phase of ourrelationship. I remember our first meeting, how he's always been so forceful and sure of what he wants. The forcefulness of his advances made me uncomfortable before, but now I'm used to it. Now I find myself craving that same forcefulness.
Our night together is explosive as always, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders. We fall asleep entangled in each other's arms, our breathing heavy and ragged. Tyler's teeth graze my neck, leaving marks that I can feel through my shirt. He whispers about how no one else can have me, how he needs me.
But what happens when he gets tired of me? Will he move on to the next conquest? And then I think of how he beat that guy up. Not saying the guy didn't deserve it, but I also can't say that Tyler's rage didn't scare me at least a little.
Perhaps even more disconcerting is how it alsoexcitedme. To see him fighting so fiercely forme.
I try to push these thoughts away as I lie in bed next to him, his arm curled around my waist. I can't help but admire the way his chest rises and falls with each breath, the sweat that still glistens on his skin from our intense lovemaking. The smell of our sweat mixed with his cologne is intoxicating, making my head spin. I trace his muscular arms with my fingertips, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his skin.
The memory of our first kiss flashes through my mind, the taste of his tongue, the roughness of his lips, the desperation in his touch. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It scares me, but it also excites me.
I can't shake the feeling of being watched when I'm around him. He seems to know my every move, my every thought. It's like he can see right through me, reading me like an open book. It's both terrifying and arousing.
Even now, post-coitus, I can feel his gaze on me, burning into my skin. I shiver, wondering how much further this obsession will go.
Suddenly, he rolls over to face me, his eyes blazing with passion and intensity. "I need you, Emila," he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. "You own me, body and soul." His words slam into me like a punch to the gut, making my heart race.
I swallow nervously, unsure of how to respond.
His hand starts to move up my thigh, tracing the outline of my panties. "I can't control myself around you," he confesses, his voice low and husky. "You consume my every thought." His fingers brush against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine. I feel him harden against me again, and I bite my lip, unsure if I should push him away or encourage him.
"Tyler..." I whisper, my voice trembling.
He looks at me with such intensity that it takes my breath away. His fingers slip inside my panties, finding my wetness. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "And you taste even better." He kisses my neck, sucking on my flesh, marking me as his own.
I grip the sheets, trying to find some semblance of control over this situation. I want this. God, I want him so badly, but the power dynamics scare me. As much as I hate to admit it, I crave the way he dominates me.
His touch is possessive, almost violent, and I whimper softly at the intensity of it all. I arch my back, offering myself to him completely. I feel his stubble scratch against my skin, and I like it. He nips at my earlobe, causing me to shudder. "I need you, Emila. Please...let me have you."
I moan softly, unable to resist him any longer. I spread my legs wider and gasp as he finds my clit, rubbing it slowly. His mouth descends to my breasts, tugging on my nipple through my shirt. He growls against my skin, and I shiver in anticipation."I'm going to make love to you so fucking good," he promises between kisses.
I pant heavily, my mind clouded with desire. I can't think straight anymore. All I can focus on is the feel of his rough hands on my skin and the burn of anticipation in my core. I groan as he fingers me slowly, pushing two fingers inside me. "More," I beg, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckles, his breath hot against my ear. "Not yet," he whispers. He starts to suck on my nipple harder, his free hand reaching down to stroke my clit. I cry out, my hips bucking off the bed. I can feel myself getting closer, but he doesn't stop. He keeps pushing my limits, driving me crazy with desire.
I gasp when he finally slides inside me, filling me completely. I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he starts to move—slowly, deeply. He kisses his way down my neck, his hips meeting my thrusts. We move together in a frenzy of lust, our bodies connecting on every level.
"I will die without this," he groans, burying his face in my neck.
"Please, don't stop," I plead breathlessly.
He doesn't. We come together in an explosion of pleasure, our hearts pounding in unison, sweat and breaths mingling in the heat of the moment. And just like that, our world stops spinning. We lie there, in a sex-induced haze, content in each other's arms.
Tyler
"Did I scare you?" I ask softly, locking my gaze with hers.
She shakes her head slowly. "No, you didn't scare me." She's still trying to catch her breath.
"Good," I growl. "Because I can't control myself when it comes to you. You consume my every thought. You're all I fucking dream about at night."
A light blush creeps onto her cheeks, but she doesn't look away. I reach out and run a finger down her cheek, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. "I want you in ways that scare me," I admit.
She swallows hard, feeling her heart race. "I'm here," she whispers. "I'm not going anywhere."
My eyes darken further as I lean in to capture her lips again, my tongue pushing past them into her mouth with urgency. I wonder if she can taste the desperation on my tongue, the need for her that overwhelms me. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer still, and moans softly into the kiss.
