Page 7 of Stalked By the X-Ray Tech

"Hey, you," she greets me, her voice warm and thrillingly familiar.

"Hi," I manage back, standing up to pull her into a hug that lingers just long enough to make my heart race. "You look incredible."

"So do you," Bella replies, her eyes scanning me appreciatively before we both sit down.

We order food but it's clear neither of us has much interest in it. The conversation flows effortlessly—about our days, our dreams, little anecdotes that make us laugh—but underneath it all runs a current of anticipation, pulling us inevitably toward what we both know is coming.

As dinner winds down, our touches grow more frequent: my hand brushing hers on the table, her leg pressing against mine. Each contact sends a jolt through me, hot and electric.

"You want to get out of here?" I whisper finally, unable to wait any longer.

Her response is immediate and eager. "Yes."

We skip dessert and head straight for my apartment nearby. The city lights blur past us as we walk, our bodies close but not touching, each step crackling with unspoken promise.

Inside my apartment, I hardly have time to lock the door before our hands are on each other. It’s like we’re two forces colliding. We can’t stay apart.

We kiss hungrily as if making up for all the lost time when screens separated us. Her hands roam over my back. Mine clutch at her waist, pulling her closer still.

The heat between us is undeniable, a magnetic pull that has us stumbling through my apartment, our lips locked in a fierce battle of desire. Clothes shed like autumn leaves, falling away to reveal the hunger etched in every curve and muscle. Bella's hands roam over my chest, her touch igniting wildfires across my skin.

"Jacob," she breathes out, and it's all the invitation I need.

I press her against the wall, my body molding to hers as if we're two halves of a whole desperate to become one. The intensity in her eyes reflects my own—raw, unbridled passion that can't be contained. She wraps her legs around me, and I lift her effortlessly, the strength honed from days spent positioning patients for X-rays now serving a far more pleasurable purpose.

"Tell me you want this," I whisper against her lips, needing to hear the words as much as she needs to say them.

"God, yes. I want you, Jacob."

Her admission is a key turning the lock of my restraint, and I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down with a reverence reserved for something precious. My hands and mouth worship every inch of her athletic form, my name falling from her lips like a prayer as I taste the sweat on her skin, a tangy sweetness that drives me wild.

It's not enough to just have her. I want to claim her, possess her in a way that leaves no doubt she's mine.

As I enter her, a possessive growl escapes me, low and primal. Her nails dig into my back, urging me deeper, and that's all the encouragement I need.

"You're mine, Bella," I assert, each thrust punctuating my words. "Say it."

"Yours," she gasps, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender. "I'm yours, Jacob."

Hearing her confirm it fuels my desire. She’s got me going crazy. I fuck into her harder, faster.

The meticulous, detail-oriented man who thrives on precision and order gives way to base instincts, to a possessiveness that shocks even me with its intensity.

"Only mine," I insist through gritted teeth, the world narrowing down to the point where our bodies connect.

"Only yours," she echoes back, her bright brown eyes locking onto mine with a fierceness that matches my own.

The bond between us tightens, a coil wound to its breaking point until it snaps, sending us spiraling into ecstasy.

“Fuck, Bella!” I growl as I feel her pussy orgasm around me, milking the cum from my cock.

Our climax is a cataclysmic event that shakes the foundations of my very being, reshaping everything I thought I knew about possession, about love.

Because god help me, I love her. This perfect girl is my everything.

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