Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 92

Make Aiden's Morning-1

I wake up to warmth. Immediately, a smile spreads across my lips, even though I don't fully know why.

That is until I feel the clench of Zaid's arm around my waist. I'm fully aware of his steady heat and the sound of his heartbeat at my back.

I suck in a breath, the butterflies and hunger in my stomach igniting into a tight coil of pain. It hasn't escaped my notice that I haven't reached an orgasm at his hands and my body is angry at that.

I thought after coming after me all this time that he would take me as soon as possible. For a moment, I quiet my heartbeat and focus on the morning light filtering through the

curtains.

The ache in my bones comes to life then and I slowly, quietly, turn in his arms to face

him.

My gaze drifts over him, drinking him in now that he's still. His dark hair is a mess against the pillow, thick lashes casting shadows over his cheekbones. The raven tattoo behind his ear peeks through strands of his hair.

His sharp jawline is slack in sleep, lips slightly parted. He looks like something carved from stone, like he was made to be admired.

I don't want to move. Don't want to do anything but stay curled up in the sheets that

smell like him.

there's this tension thrumming under my skin, a

here next to him.

It's frustrating.

He's frustrating.

heavy, and just as I'm about to

long have

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Make Aiden's Morning-1

smile widens, slow. Then, his dark eyes open,

forget how to breathe. It's unfair, the way he looks at me, like he's unraveling every inch of me

skim up my arm, tracing heat along my skin, and then he cups my jaw, tilting my

blow out a steady stream of air. "All thanks

worry, baby, you'll get fucked today." He

lips to mine.

me all over again. His lips move against mine, pulling me under so effortlessly that I don't

feeling every inch of

Yes. Finally.

moves away,

away into his closet and I sit up, not caring that the sheets fall off my chest and lie around my hips. I'm so

up my mind to leave when Zaid walks back out, a thicker plug in his

heat, and my breathing turns heavy. He grabs the lube from his dresser and makes his way toward me, kissing me until I'm slick between my legs and grinding