Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

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 to be

not pleasure, it all barely

like he

my back, but

I want this.

I need this.

as my fingers clutch his jacket, holding on for dear life. My cries

me builds until I'm rocking my hips

as

as he takes from

of the past few days, of the reminders of that day

of my neck as

me. We breathe into each other, our

himself out of me. I throw my head back at

around my face as he tilts

search mine, softer, careful.

kneading my ass as he

on my face as he slowly thrusts into me. "Aiden," I cry, clawing

his features, that beautiful sign of his contained pleasure. He's holding

okay," I grunt. "You don't have to be gentle. You

and then he

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Don't Have to be

need, but he's softer than Jake. He doesn't take; he gives. His lips move with slow, savoring intent, like he

curling into the fabric of his hoodie, letting him guide me

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

thrusts.

he groans, his body

my ankles at his back, bringing us impossibly closer.

giving me his last thrusts that fill me with

out a small gasp against his lips, but he doesn't

carries me

reach the road, my head is

My body is buzzing.