Page 21 of Stalked By the Hockey Player

I groan against her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her. "Goddamn, you're beautiful."

My hand moves between our bodies, tracing down her stomach to her still-wet cunt. Her breath hitches when I brush against her clit. "You feel so fucking good," I whisper against her skin.

Emila closes her eyes, unable to control the shudders that run through her body.

My thumb strokes over her hardened nipple, and she grits her teeth.

I pull back slightly, my eyes searching hers. "Do you understand what you mean to me?" I sound almost desperate.

She nods slowly. "I think I do."

"No, you don't," I say sternly. "I'm obsessed with you, Emila . I can't stop thinking about you. Ineedyou."

I can feel her heart fluttering in her chest as I lean in again, our lips crashing together in a fiery kiss.

This is everything.Sheis everything.

Emila

"I need you too," I whisper, my voice barely audible. It's true in a way that scares me. I've never felt this way about anyone before. His hand slides further up my tummy, his palm teasingly rubbing my bare stomach before tugging at the blanket covering me. I help him pull it down, exposing my breast to the cool air.

His mouth closes around my nipple, sucking hard as his tongue circles around it. I arch my back, moaning as I run my fingers through his hair. I've never felt so wanted or desired, and it's intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want," he breathes against my skin. I feel the vibrations against my nipple as he speaks, and it sends shivers down my spine.

I hesitate for a moment before answering. "I want you to fuck me."

His eyes darken as he pulls back to look at me. "Say it again."

"I want you to fuck me," I repeat.

He chokes out a groan, his hand leaving my breast to slide down my stomach and between my legs. "You're a dirty girl," he murmurs approvingly as his fingers find my wetness. He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I gasp, my head falling back as I'm reminded of how good it feels to be claimed by him.

He groans in approval. "You respond to my touch so perfectly."

I meet his gaze, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Make me yours." I watch as he removes his fingers, licking them cleanbefore standing up and positioning himself at the entrance to my tight pussy.

"You're mine," he growls, pushing inside me in one smooth motion. We both gasp at the intensity of the feeling. My legs wrap around his waist, my nails digging into his shoulders as he starts to pound into me.

I tilt my head back, feeling the bedframe dig into my skin as we move together. The headboard bangs against the wall in rhythm with our frenzied lovemaking. His hips slamming into mine, our breaths mingling in the air, sweat dripping onto the sheets beneath us. His musky scent fills my senses, and I can hardly believe this is happening.

"Take what you want," I whisper.

He takes my words as permission, his mouth crashing down on mine hungrily as he thrusts harder. My back arches off the bed, my body responding to his roughness. I can feel the heat between us growing, an unspoken understanding passing between us. This is what we both need—this primal connection.

His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me closer as he buries himself deeper inside me. I can't help but grind against him, our bodies moving together in a dance of raw passion.

I bite my bottom lip, tasting salt from our combined sweat as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he groans and releases himself inside me, filling me completely. We both shudder in ecstasy, our hearts pounding in unison.

For a moment, we stay entwined, catching our breath. My chest rises and falls rapidly against his, and I can feel his heartbeat thundering beneath my ear. I smile to myself, content knowing I'm the only one who can elicit such a response from him.

I wake up slowly, still wrapped up in Tyler's arms.

"Breakfast?" He asks softly, running his fingers along the tempting curves of my back. I wonder how long he's been awake, watching me. My breath hitches at the feel of his warm skin under my fingertips.

"Yeah," I smile lazily as he kisses me.

"Let me feed you, princess, and then I need to practice for the game. You'll come to the game."

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