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Secrets of Us: A Forbidden Love Romance

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 me.

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.

His lips brush my temple before he whispers, “I am sorry. For everything.”

I swallow, my throat aching with the lump of emotions. “I know.”

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.”

I 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.

“Alina,” he murmurs when I pull back just enough to breathe.

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

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

The way he says it, quiet, rough, and hesitant, makes my chest ache.

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I’m Yours–1

1 press my forehwal to his, breathing him in. “Zald,”

His throat bobs as he swallows, and he shakes his head, “You loving iden makes sense. Even dad. He’s more put together. I imagine I’m the last one you’ve said this to. So why me, Alina? Is it pity?”

My chest tightent.

I push myself up onto my elbow, studying his face. The tension in li jaw, the flicker of doubt in his dark eyes, the way he won’t quite look at me, It makes my heart ache.

I reach for him, my fingers brushing against his cheek, guiding his gaze back to mine. “You’re the only one I’ve said it to.”

He stays silent, but his eyes search mine, waiting,

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Secrets of Us. A Forbidden Love Romance

I’m Yours–2

I take a slow breath. “You make me feel soeti”

He Ninches as if he’s finally listening to what I’m saying.

“With you, I don’t always have to speak for you to know what I’m feeling. It’s like we share a soul, like we were always meant to find each other.”

His expression flickers, something raw passing through his eyes.

“You’re the only person who will ever truly know what I feel,” I continue. “You don’t push me. You don’t force expectations on me. You might struggle to show your love sometimes, might struggle to fight your anger, but even with all of that, I feel loved by you. And more than that, I feel understood.”

His breath catches, his fingers tightening on my waist like he needs to anchor himself.

I swallow hard, my voice dropping even softer. “You are the only one that makes sense.”

He stares at me, his eyes dark and endless, something breaking open inside them. And then, before I can say anything else, he pulls me to him, kissing me like he’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping him afloat.

I sigh into him, my body coming alight with his touch, and when he sinks inside me again, I rock my hips with his.

His hand drops to my clit, and I hiss. “Zaid, how are you ready again so fast?”

He rock into me. “It’s you. You make me feel like this.”

We stare into each other’s eyes as the bed rocks beneath us. It’s deep and consuming and when we finally pull away, sated and panting, he presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m yours,” he whispers.

I smile at that, closing my eyes as I revel in the words. They make me feel powerful, not alone.

I kiss him again, trying to make him feel everything I can’t put into words.

I don’t know how long we stay like this, kissing, touching, talking about anything and everything that crosses our minds. He tells me about his childhood, his mother. How he and Aiden were when they were younger.

I tell him about my father and Alex. About my mother before the accident. Our conversation flowed, both of us understanding that we spoke about happy moments in our lives because we know what the darkness looks like.

Every time he kisses me, I realize that my favorite place on earth is right here in bed with him,

Kissing Aiden and Jake feels good; it feels amazing, even. But kissing Zaid is not just intoxicating, it’s transcendental.

I could stay here forever.

We talk until we are overcome with need again, Zaid sinking into me like it’s the first time all over again. Nothing exists while I’m here with him.

We only sleep for a few hours before the world outside starts to wake up. The sun rises, peeking in through the window and I groan, burying my face in his side.

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I’m Yours–2

I don’t want to leave.

But the real world is waiting. Jake and Aiden are waiting.

Zaid groans when I move. “No, not yet.”

I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “We have to.”

He lets out a dramatic sigh, but when he pulls back and looks at me his expression softens. His thumb brushes over my cheek, kis eyes tracing every inch of my face like he’s memorizing it.