Page 202 of Hayden's Stalker

When she comes, she moans loudly before she says, “Mr. V—”

I smash my lips against her to cut off the rest of my name to prevent her from screaming it as her body shakes. I fuck her roughly through her orgasm until mine crashes over me and I come buried deep inside her. I collapse on her, all of my strength seeming to have disappeared. I’m aware that I’m too heavy to lie on her, though, so I roll to my side and pull her into my arms with my cock still inside her.

“I love you, Tatiana.”

I kiss her soft lips, and I’m in complete bliss here with the woman I love. I have no idea how I would’ve coped for these last three months if I didn’t have her in my life.

She gives me a beautiful smile and says, “I love you, too.”

I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing her say that to me. It’s just as amazing to hear today as it was the first day she said it.

We head back to the bathroom to clean up. Our preferred form of aftercare has generally been me washing her in the shower, and I take my time with the task today. I ensure that every inch of her is thoroughly clean, dropping kisses on her as I both wash and dry her before we get dressed and settle back in bed together.

Sunlight streams in the windows and catches her engagement ring. Prismatic light bounces around the room, and Tati smiles before she holds her hand up and moves it. The reflections on the ceiling move along with the movements of her hand, and I can’t wait to add a wedding ring to her finger.

I smile at the thought of marrying her. “I want to marry you as soon as the tour’s over.”

She turns to look at me. “Okay. Any preferences on where?”

“Wherever you are.” I wink at her.

“Can we get married in California?”

I’d do anything for Tati, and I got to see her in her home state when we were in Los Angeles for the tour, and she lit up when she was showing me around places I’d never seen in all my visits there.

I also met her family, and it was just about the most nerve-wracking experience of my life. Her dad is a scary man who’s a good five inches shorter than me but somehow manages to seem seven feet tall. Her mom speaks with a strong Russian accent and has the same kind of eerie beauty that she does. Both of them seemed happy for us, though. I didn’t get a chance to meet her brother, but we’ve spoken on the phone, and he seems cool.

“Of course.”

I smile at her as I think about places we could possibly get married that would provide a good location for a celebrity wedding, and I think I know the perfect place.

“A friend of ours has an estate in Napa. It’s really private and the paparazzi won’t be able to hound us at all. I’m sure he would be fine with us using it unless you have a church or something you were thinking of?”

She shakes her head. “That sounds perfect, Hayden.”

I kiss her, and my heart swells as I envisage her in a white dress walking toward me at Nathaniel Walker’s estate. I can’t wait for the day that I get to call this woman my wife. She settles herself against me, and I love holding her in my arms.

“How are you feeling about going back to San Antonio?” she asks.

My body stiffens, and memories of being held captive flood into my mind. They bring with them familiar feelings of being unclean, broken, guilt, and shame. I twist the duvet cover in between my fingers, and I rub my fingers over the smooth material as I take a deep breath, then blow it out slowly while I count to five.

“Nervous. I talked to Brendan about it yesterday, though. I keep reminding myself that nobody is after me anymore, but it’s still scary.”

“I’ll be there with you every minute.” She reaches her palm up and places it on his cheek as she looks into his eyes. “No one is ever going to hurt you again.”

Again.

I’m taken back to the cabin and to being tied to the sofa while Daniel kicks and punches me. Sarah’s high-pitched laugh rings in my ears as I look down at Tati. She’s here with me. Nobody else. I focus on the feeling of having her in my arms and inhale her floral scent as I squeeze her tightly in a hug.

“We should go have breakfast,” I say.

Tatiana nods, and we make our way to the kitchen, where Jesse is making himself a coffee. He glances at us, then looks very obviously back down to his coffee. Tati’s cheeks flush bright red, and I figure we were probably a little too loud when we were fucking earlier.

“Morning, Jesse,” I say as casually as I can.

“Morning. How is the happy couple today?” Jesse asks, also sounding a littletoocasual as he turns away from us again, taking a sip of his coffee as he heads over to the sofa.

“Good,” I say as I get the things out to make Tati’s preferred breakfast of granola.

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