Chapter 141

You Don't Have to be Gentle

His grip is hard. His fingers dig into my arm, but he's careful, and when I look up at his face, I see the frustration.

The hunger. The way his jaw is clenched so tight it looks like he might crack it.

He's not angry, not really. He looks desperate.

He throws me over his shoulder, ignoring my surprised yelp as he carries me toward the trees, the snow crunching under his boots.

Cold air bites at my skin, but his body is hot against mine, his hands gripping me like he needs me. He lowers me off his shoulder, pressing me against the rough trunk of a tree.

"Jake, wh-what are you doing?" My body shivers, my muscles tensing when he falls to his

knees and drags my leggings down to my ankles and off of me.

It's so fucking cold, but the heated look in his eyes is enough to warm me.

He stands, leaning over me. "You think you can tease me?"

I shake my head, trying to still the tremble in my body.

"You think I can listen to your wet pussy, watch someone else touch you without wanting you myself?" The sound of his zipper fills the air.

The cold is nonexistent by this time, everything inside me burning up.

"Do you enjoy torturing me?" His voice is low, raspy, his breath hot against my lips.

I don't get the chance to answer before he lifts my leg around his waist and thrusts into

1. me.

Hard.

I scream.

His hand cup my face, fingers threading into my hair as his mouth crashes against mine. It's messy, desperate, all tongue and teeth as he relentlessly thrusts into

me.

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Have

it

brand himself into me, like he

bark digs into my back,

I want this.

I need this.

my fingers clutch his

in me builds until I'm rocking my hips against him, taking

as

as he

the reminders of that day two years ago, it all disappears

my neck as

me. We breathe into each other, our

I throw my head back at the feeling of emptiness. His hands leave me, a shivering

his hands sliding around my face as he tilts my chin up. His

search mine, softer, careful.

he lifts both of my legs

my face as he slowly thrusts into me. "Aiden,"

pleasure. He's holding back, wanting to take it easy on me. But I

have to be gentle. You

growls, and then he

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Don't Have to

gives. His lips move with slow, savoring intent, like

his hoodie, letting him guide

that I feel his balls on my ass, that I feel the shove of his hips all the way to my clit. He moves me himself, gripping my ass to lift

thrusts.

baby," he groans, his

us impossibly closer. It gives him

his last thrusts

lips, but he doesn't stop kissing

as he carries me back toward the

my head is spinning. My pussy is

My body is buzzing.

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