Page 7 of Stalked By the Hockey Player

The drive to Tyler's apartment passes in a blur of anticipation and desire. My skin tingles every time his hand brushes mine,heat pooling low in my belly. By the time we arrive, I'm nearly shaking with want.

Tyler notices my restlessness as he unlocks the door. He pulls me close, nuzzling my neck and whispering, "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to take good care of you."

A shiver runs down my spine at his promise. As soon as we're inside, Tyler presses me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I moan into his lips, hands fisting in his shirt to drag him closer. Our tongues slide together, hot and slick, and I can taste his need as acutely as my own.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," Tyler growls against my lips. His hands roam over my body, squeezing my hips and ass as he grinds into me. I whimper at the feel of his hard length, desire pooling between my legs.

"Please," I gasp when we break for air. "Tyler, I need..."

"I know exactly what you need." In one swift motion, Tyler scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. He lays me out on the bed, eyes dark with lust as he strips off his shirt. I reach for him, but he pins my hands above my head.

"Patience," he murmurs, trailing hot kisses down my neck. His free hand slides under my shirt, calloused fingers teasing my nipple into a hard peak. I squirm beneath him, aching for more, but he holds me in place.

"You're mine now, Emila." Tyler nips at my collarbone, and I cry out at the burst of pleasure-pain. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. But you have to be patient and let me take care of you."

He releases my hands to peel off my shirt and bra, baring my body to his hungry gaze. I shiver under the intensity of his stare, flushed with arousal and anticipation.

"So beautiful," Tyler breathes. He leans down to close his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, and a strangled moan escapesmy throat. Sparks of ecstasy shoot through me with every flick of his tongue, heat coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

By the time Tyler lifts his head, I'm trembling with need. But he only smiles down at me, eyes glinting with lust and possessiveness.

"I'm going to make sure you feel this way the entire time you're carrying my child."

With that ominous promise, he captures my mouth in another scorching kiss. His tongue plunders my mouth as his hand slides below the waistband of my jeans,

seeking out the swollen heat between my thighs. He moves with a practiced grace, knowing exactly where to touch to make me moan the loudest. I can't even process the shock of what he said about children before he's frazzled my brain with his expert fingers.

"Tyler," I whimper, arching into his touch. "I... I can'

t..."

"That's it, baby," he whispers, adding a second finger inside me. "Let me make you come apart. For me and me only."

His words send me over the edge, a mind-shattering orgasm consuming my entire being. I cry out his name as my world explodes in stars, contracting around his fingers. I've never felt anything like this before, and I never want it to end.

Tyler gazes down at me, eyes dark with satisfaction. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come."

He strips off the rest of our clothes, revealing his own arousal tenting his pants. "Need to make you mine."

I can only manage a whimper in response as he lowers himself over me, claiming my mouth once more as he thrusts inside me with one fluid motion. My walls clench around him, trying to hold onto him forever.

"Emila," he groans into my ear. "You feel so fucking good."

His hips rock into mine, setting a relentless pace that has me moaning his name like a prayer. Incoherent noises spill from my lips as we move together, our bodies joined as one. It's like we were made for this—to be together, to drive each other crazy with desire and need and lust.

As my second orgasm builds, Tyler buries his face in my neck, growling out his own climax. I can feel the hotness of his release deep inside me, marking me as his own. And in that moment, I realize that maybe... just maybe... I'm okay with that.

CHAPTER

FIVE

Tyler

I can't get enoughof Emila. Her body, her taste, the way she moans my name in the dark...it's all I can think about. After we make love, I feel complete in a way I never thought possible. It's like she's the missing piece to a puzzle I didn't even know I was searching for. I want to be with her always, to feel her under me, on top of me, around me.

I know I'm being possessive, but I can't help it.

I justcan't.

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