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, | 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 throwsover his shoulder, ignoring my surprised yelp as he carriestoward the trees, the snow

crunching under his boots.

Cold air bites at my skin, but his body is hot against mine, his hands grippinglike he needs me. He lowers me

off his shoulder, pressingagainst 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?"

| shake my head, trying to still the tremble in my body.

"You think | 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 insideburning up.

"Do you enjoy torturing me?" His voice is low, raspy, his breath hot against my lips.

| don't get the chance to answer before he lifts my leg around his waist and thrusts into

1. me.

Hard.

| 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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It's not pleasure, it all barely restrained hunger.

He fuckslike he's trying to brand himself into me, like he wants to erase every other touch, every other

thought, until there's only him.

The bark digs into my back, but | don't care.

I want this.

I need this.

His lips move to my jaw, then my throat, sucking and biting, and | gasp as my fingers clutch his jacket, holding

on for dear life. My cries are broken, my breath a panting mess.

The coiled want inbuilds until I'm rocking my hips against him, taking from him

as

much as he takes from me.

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

disappears under his touch.

His teeth graze the skin of my neck as he grunts, stilling and spilling his hot seed inside

1. me. We breathe into each other, our chests bumping, our foreheads touching.

He pulls back, moaning as he pulls himself out of me. | throw my head back at the feeling of emptiness. His

hands leave me, a shivering cold covering me.

But then Aiden is there, his hands sliding around my face as he tilts my chin up. His eyes

search mine, softer, careful.

groan, his hands kneading my ass as he lifts both of my legs to his waist.

He takes his time, watching the features on my face as he slowly thrusts into me. "Aiden," | cry, clawing at his

shoulders.

There's a twitch in his features, that beautiful sign of his contained pleasure. He's holding back, wanting to take

it easy on me. But | don't want that.

"It's okay," | grunt. "You don't have to be gentle. You can fuck me."

He growls, and then he kisses me.

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It's messy, still full of need, but he's softer than Jake. He doesn't take; he gives. His lips move with slow, savoring

intent, like he wants to memorize the feel of me.

| melt into him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, letting him guideas he deepens the kiss. His

thrusts at fast and yet deliberate.

He makes sure that | feel his balls on my ass, that | feel the shove of his hips all the way to my clit. He moves me

himself, gripping my ass to liftand dropin synch with his

thrusts.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, his body tensing.

| cross my ankles at his back, bringing us impossibly closer. It gives him no chance, and

he's grunting, givinghis last thrusts that fillwith his cum.

| let out a small gasp against his lips, but he doesn't stop kissing me, doesn't break the

moment as he carriesback toward the car.

By the twe reach the road, my head is spinning. My pussy is full. My lips are swollen.

My body is buzzing.

Aiden carefully setsback down on Zaid's lap, his eyes dark and satisfied as he smirks

down at me.

Jake doesn't say a word as he gets back in the driver's seat. He just grips the wheel and pulls back onto the road.

Zaid letslean back into his chest as | catch my breath. He moves me, draping my legs open over his thighs.

The moan that leavesas he reaches for my pussy is embarrassingly loud.

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| cover my mouth, hoping to not be too loud as Zaid rubs my clit. I'm sore, and it stings from how hard Jake and

Aiden fucked me.

But Zaid's touch is gentle, slow, teasing.

| want to urge him on, tell him that | want to cum, but his heavy breath on my neck

and his hard cock at my back tellhe's enjoying this. This is for him, too.

I grind my hips into him.

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"Don't cover you mouth, baby." The command comes from Jake, who looks at me

from the rearview mirror for a second.

"We want to hear you when you come," Aiden adds.

Zaid's lips trail up my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Let them hear, love."

He circles my clit and | moan into my hand, the sound muffled. Zaid is slow and gentle as he reaches for my

wrist, pulling my hand from my mouth.

| let him, dropping my hand to my side. He plunges two fingers insideand | gasp, laying my head onto his

shoulder.

"That's it, love."

He fingers me, circling my clit until my body clenches with my orgasm.

My leggings long forgotten in the snow.