NovelUSAChapter 144
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He inhales, his body tense with the knowledge. He nods and steps into the bathroom with me. He pulls me,
grabbing onto my waist and he setson the counter, pressing a kiss to my lips before turning around to start
the shower.
He's beautiful. In every way. In the seriousness in his eyes, in the way he looks to protectover everything.
He turns back to me, and | have to blink myself out of my thoughts. | want to be in the moment, here with him.
He smiles atin that disarming way that instantly makes me
wet.
His hands pull on my clothes until I'm naked in front of him, the cold counter digging into my ass. He looks me
over, his chest heaving with every breath.
He keeps his eyes onas he undresses himself and then it'sthat looks him over, my breasts trembling
from how hard | breathe. When he steps up toagain, he grabs the back of my knees, spreadingopen for
him.
| moan, my pussy drenched and clenching for him.
He watcheslike he always watches me.
"Zaid," | whisper, full of need.
He grabs himself and then places his thick, hard cock between the lips of my pussy. He's so big, so heavy that
the pressure on my clit hasjerking.
He exhales sharply, like he's been holding his breath this whole time.
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"You have no idea what you do to me," he grunts.
"Maybe the sthing you do to me," | match his voice. Steam curls around us, but | ignore the shower.
Zaid thrusts his hips, his hands moving up my thighs until he uses his thumbs to press my lips together. It puts
pressure on his cock and on my clit. | moan.
"Looking at you," he says. "It fucking hurts."
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| try to stay present, try to listen to his words, but the tension in the pit of my stomach is
building.
"| used to think about touching you all the time. About putting my hands on you, holding you, feeling your skin,
your warmth. Your pussy. It felt impossible. Like something | could want but never have." His fingers tighten
slightly, possessive, desperate,
| part my mouth, but no words cout.
"I was afraid," he continues, breathing hard and thrusting his hips. "Afraid that I'd never know what it feels like to
have you this close. That I'd never get to hear the way your breath catches when | touch you, the way you moan
when | fuck you. That I'd never be
able to run my hands over you and know that you wantto." He exhales sharply, shaking his head.
My throat is tight. "Zaid-"
"And now | have you, and it still doesn't feel real."
His eyes are dark, deep, as if they contain the depths of the ocean. They say so much, hold so much pain, so
much emotion.
So much.
He cups the back of my neck, his forehead pressing to mine. "I see you, and it feels like
my chest is cracking open. Like there's too much insideand I can't hold it in. You
makefeel like | belong to you. Like | was made for you."
My breath hitches and | feel tears prick the back of my eyes. | wrap a hand around his neck and | say the only
words that feel right at this moment. "I belong to you, my love."
His breath shudders. His fingers curl into my skin and he closes the distance between us,
kissinghard and deep, messy and yet controlled.
| take everything he gives me, wrapping my-arms tight around his neck as he liftsfrom the counter and
walks us into the shower. The warms water sprays us, but it's not enough to separate us as we kiss.
Zaid takes over, moving us until my back is on the tiled wall. He lifts me, placing
his cock at my asshole. | whimper, gripping his shoulders. "Zaid, please."
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He pulls away and tilts his head. "I need the words, love."
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| shake my head. "Tellwhat words and I'll say them. I'll say them, please."
He thrusts into my ass, and | cry out, the feeling of him insideshooting pleasure through me.
He's gritting his teeth together, breathing hard as if he is stopping himself from coming too early. My entire
weight rests on his thighs, and he places his hands on the tile behind
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"That's not."
He thrusts.
"How."
Thrust.
en
Thfust.
"Works."
Thrust.
"Love."
| nod frantically. He's fuckingso hard, so freely. The muscles on his chest tense, the chords in his neck
straining.
"Okay, okay, okay," | whine, trying to keep my sanity. I'm crying at this point, my emotions too high, the pain and
pleasure mixing up into something intense.
When | come, | scream, breathing into him. He follows shortly after, fillingto the brim.
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