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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pleasure, it all barely restrained

me, like he wants to erase every other touch, every other thought,

into my back, but I don't

I want this.

I need this.

lips move to my jaw, then my throat, sucking and biting, and I gasp as my fingers clutch his jacket, holding on for dear life. My cries are broken, my breath a panting

me builds until I'm rocking

as

as he takes

tension, the grief, the weight of the past few days, of the reminders of that day two years ago, it all disappears under his

neck as

breathe into each other, our chests bumping,

out of me. I throw my head back at the feeling of

Aiden is there, his hands sliding around my

search mine, softer, careful.

hands kneading my ass as he lifts

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

of his contained pleasure. He's holding back, wanting to take

"You don't have to be

and then he

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doesn't take; he gives. His lips move with slow, savoring intent, like he wants

his hoodie, letting him

hips all the way to my clit. He moves me himself, gripping my ass to lift me and

thrusts.

groans,

at his back, bringing us

grunting, giving me his last thrusts that fill me with his

his lips, but he doesn't stop kissing me, doesn't break

as he carries me back

the time we reach the road, my head is spinning. My pussy is full. My

My body is buzzing.