Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 196

I wake to the soft press of lips against my neck. A whisper of affection that sends a shiver

down my spine.

A sigh escapes me, my body instinctively melting into the touch. Zaid’s lips trace the curve of my throat, his breath fanning over my skin as his fingers ghost along my waist.

1 smile, eyes still closed, basking in the slow, lazy show of intimacy. We’re both still naked from our shower last night, and I feel the push of his erection at my back.

Need comes alive inside me.

For a moment, memories of the night before flicker at the edge of my mind, dark and unwanted, threatening to twist my stomach. But I refuse to let them take hold.

Not right now, not when I have Zaid beside me. Naked. Hard and with his lips on my skin.

I turn in his arms, finding his face inches from mine, his deep eyes heavy–lidded with sleep. I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, savoring the way he smiles against my lips. before his hand cups my chin, tilting my face, pulling me into a deep kiss.

His tongue is slow, thorough, his fingers threading into my hair as he drinks me in. I wrap my arms around his neck, placing my thigh on his waist.

He pulls back just enough to murmur, “We should get up. It’s late.”

I don’t care what time it is. It could be three in the afternoon, and I would still want to stay in bed right here with him.

I shake my head, pressing myself closer, my hands slipping down to his bare chest as I pull him back to me. I grind my hips against him, making sure he can feel me on his cock.

His nostrils flare, eyes drinking me in. “Alina.”

“Please,” I whisper. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about yesterday. I just want you.”

His hand tightens in my hair and my breath catches. His grip tightening around me as he leans down, capturing my mouth in another kiss.

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We don’t pull away, Zaid shifting until his settling above me, between my legs. His lips trail down my neck, capturing my nipple between his teeth. I hiss, arching my back as I look down at him.

He lavishes, sucking on my skin before kissing it until I’m delirious.

“Zaid, please. I want you inside me.”

He pops my nipple out of his mouth and lifts his face to mine. He looks down at me with a seductive, feline smile. “You begging me for my cock?”

I groan. “Yes.”

His nostrils flare and he knocks my legs open wider with his knees and settling his cock at my entrance. He doesn’t use his hands. He’s so hard, so precise with his hips that he’s pushing his way inside me with his eyes on mine and his hands on the bed.

It’s incredibly sexy.

My eyes trail down his muscular chest, my fingers feeling down his skin, down his scars to his bellybutton.

He moans, pushing in inch by inch. “Fuck, love.”

“Yes,” I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. The wettest thing about me being my pussy.

I breathe in, stretching to take him. It’s first thing in the morning, no foreplay, no hands.

I love it like this. Love the slow intrusion, the forceful push, the painful stretch.

“Let me in, love,” he whispers, his dark eyes on me.

I open my legs wider and he shudders, burying his cock deep inside me. I’m out of breath, clenching around him.

He starts rolling his hips and I gasp, my hands shooting to cups his face as I look into his eyes. “Oh, Zaid.”

“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.