[18+] ENEMIES TO LOVERS SPORTS ROMANCE.
*REWRITTEN*
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Hannah Walker doesn't trust anyone, especially men.
They're manipulative and toxic - her lousy ex taught her that lesson well.
Enter Tristan Beckett, the embodiment of everything she despis...
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Tristan
She immediately gave in to the kiss, moaning as her soft lips parted to accept my tongue in deep, demanding strokes. I probably would have been better off starting with small, close-mouthed kisses — my intent to seduce and rile her up until she was begging me to fuck her. But that plan immediately fell to shit, my control crumbling the moment I got my first taste of her.
She tasted like strawberries, mint, and pure fucking heaven.
Groaning as my cock throbbed in my pants, my hand lifted to tangle in her hair, tugging her head back roughly — and allowing me to deepen the kiss in my almost feral madness to consume her whole. Her tongue danced with mine, roughly sucking and stroking — giving as good as she got. And it only made me want her more.
My fingers tightened in her hair and she gave a raspy moan in response.
Her hands at my ribs fisted my dark shirt, nails digging into my flesh through the fabric, leaving hot pricks of pain that only had me aching to fuck her more. I drank from her like she was the elixir of life, swallowing her pleasure greedily. And fuck, she tasted and felt better than anything I could have imagined, so dangerously addicting.
She'd feel like my future if I wasn't careful.
I paused against her mouth, struck by the unexpected thought. But now wasn't the time for those kinds of thoughts, so I shoved them aside and resumed my efforts.
Needing to touch more of her, my hand left her thigh and glided up, over her hips, pulling her loose top up with it and baring her pale skin to the air. My fingers traced the contours of her soft stomach, palm pressing firmly against her belly and inching up slowly as my mouth probed and fucked hers in deep, probing thrusts.
I swallowed her moan as the tips of my fingers grazed her bra, rubbing and teasing the undersides of her tits through the stretchy fabric. Palm against her ribs, my fingertips slipped under the material, brushing against warm, supple flesh.
Hannah tensed in my arms, mouth slowing its dance as she processed my touch. I stopped advancing immediately, not wanting to push or make her uncomfortable. I constantly had to remind myself to take things slow, to ignore my body, and to listen to what hers was telling me instead. And right now, I could feel her hesitation.
Pulling my hand away, I settled for wrapping it around her waist, and pulling her closer to me as I moved on to just kissing her and getting her back into a relaxed state.
I broke our kiss after a few minutes, moving from her lips to her jaw as I peppered slow, lingering kisses against her warm skin. She moaned, eyes fluttering closed as I nipped and sucked at her jaw and then down her long neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and collarbone to my advances. Mouth watering, my lips pressed against the rapid pulse in her throat, and I bit down. Not hard, but enough to elicit a small bite of pain. It was more of a test to see what she liked and what she didn't.
