The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate (Jason and Laila) by Caroline Above Story novel Chapter 240

“I know,” I replied.

“Do you?” he asked.

This time, I didn’t answer. Our history had been filled with the two of us hurting each other, keeping secrets, pushing each other

away.

I didn’t know what I believed.

He didn’t wait for an answer before he stepped forward, slotting behind me. His hands moved down to my hips and then around to my stomach. Then he moved them upward, more and more until at last he cupped my bare breasts.

I sighed in relief as he massaged me, his thumbs flicking across the hardening peaks.

I dropped my head back to his shoulder. He took the opportunity to lean down and kiss along the length of my throat.

“Jason…”

One of his hands stayed, fondling my breasts while the other slid down, slipping underneath my panties. His fingers traveled down, down, until he touched my most tender spot. I tried to buck against him, but he held me firm, pleasuring me while keeping me from hurting myself by brushing my back too harshly against his chest.

He touched me until I thought I might lose my mind, before abruptly stopping and telling me, “Go and lay down on the bed.” I did at once, kicking off my panties as I went. I crawled up the bed, naked, then turned and rested on the pillows. I looked at him just in time to see him pull his shirt off over his head, revealing a wall of well–defined muscle that made my mouth water.

Then he reached for his belt. As he pushed down his pants and his boxers, revealing his hard cock, I reached out for him. He moved forward at once, crawling onto the med and making his way to me.

I spread my legs at once and he moved to the space between them. He held most of his weight on his knees and elbows, even after he lowered himself down over me.

He was going to keep his word. He wasn’t going to hurt me. Not like this.

“Laila…” he said. Then again, “Laila.” He kept saying it with such reverence, such awe, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed to say it, like I was truly here with him.

My heart filled with joy and affection, nearly bursting with it.

He lined himself up between my thighs, and pressed forward, slowly filling me to the hilt. I gasped, and he kissed me, stealing all sound.

As he began to move in and out of me, I held onto his shoulders, until his hands found mine and pushed them down to either side of my head on the pillow. He laced his fingers through mine, so tenderly my chest ached much more than my back.

Pleasure, which had been stirring inside of me since our first kiss, built higher and higher now, taking over me like wave washing through me.

We had no more secrets. He was with me as I was, all that I was, past and present.

Together, we rode the high, faster and faster, more and more, holding onto each other as we crested the precipice of pleasure and then finally toppled all the way over it.

He came with my name on his lips, and I was transported through time, to a life that seemed so far away, I was that girl again who had seen the future in this man. For a brief moment, looking at him, feeling my own bliss, I thought I could see it again.

But as we came down from our highs, as he pulled from me and collapsed beside me, draping his arm over my waist, the fear started to return.

I had trusted him back then, and he had chosen another.

Could I really extend my Trust to him a second time?

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