Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 179

I’m Yours–1

Zaid stays inside me the entire time.

We breathe into each other and it’s not until he finally lowers my knees and lets me wrap my legs around his waist that I realize he hasn’t softened. My eyes widen when he starts rocking into me again.

He smiles down at me. “I told you, I won’t ever get enough of you.”

This time, he helps us climb to the heights of pleasure. He presses his fingers to my clit, circling the hard, wet bundle of nerves as his lips wrap around my nipple.

And he thrusts.

Fast, hard. The headboard smack into the wall and he groans like a depraved man against my skin. His teeth bite into my skin and I moan, thoroughly enjoying the pain.

The buildup is quick. I tense, holding onto the muscles of his arms as I come. My head falls back and my back arches, followed by a deep, vibrating moan from his throat.

He pulses inside me, pumping me so full it spills out of me.

“Zaid!” I cry, feeling my skin break out into goosebumps.

He kisses me down the column of my neck and between my breasts. His body shudders above mine and we fall back into the mattress, our bodies languid from the pleasure. He pulls out of me, making me whimper, and he grunts, laughing at the sound that escapes

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It’s late, but not a single part of me is tired. I turn, burying myself into his side and press

kisses to the skin of his chest.

I never knew time could move like this, slow and hazy, wrapping around us like the softest cocoon, like the world outside doesn’t exist.

Zaid’s fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine, the tips ghosting over my skin in a way that sends warmth pooling in my stomach. He doesn’t leave an inch between us, our legs

tangled together, the sweat on our skin drying as we stay in bed.

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I feel him shake his head. “I have things to make up for, a lot of explaining, but I will do whatever it takes to deserve you.”

1 shift, reaching up to him to cup his cheek. My eyes find his fast, like magnets drawn to each other. “You already have my love, Zaid. You don’t have to earn it.”

I cup his face and press my lips to his. He exhales against my mouth, one of his hands sliding into my hair.

I swallow, my fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jaw. “Yeah?”

He watches me, eyes dark and endless, searching. “Why me?”