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    I wake up to warmth. Immediately, a smile spreads across my lips, even though I don''t fully know why.


    That is until I feel the clench of Zaid''s arm around my waist. I''m fully aware of his steady heat and the sound of his heartbeat at my back.


    I suck in a breath, the butterflies and hunger in my stomach igniting into a tight coil of pain. It hasn''t escaped my notice that I haven''t reached an orgasm at his hands and my body is angry at that.


    I thought aftering after me all this time that he would take me as soon as possible. For a moment, I quiet my heartbeat and focus on the morning light filtering through the


    curtains.


    The ache in my boneses to life then and I slowly, quietly, turn in his arms to face


    him.


    My gaze drifts over him, drinking him in now that he''s still. His dark hair is a mess against the pillow, thickshes casting shadows over his cheekbones. The raven tattoo behind his ear peeks through strands of his hair.


    His sharp jawline is ck in sleep, lips slightly parted. He looks like something carved from stone, like he was made to be admired.


    I don''t want to move. Don''t want to do anything but stay curled up in the sheets that


    smell like him.


    But there''s this tension thrumming under my skin, a need that isn''t satisfied by just lying


    here next to him.


    It''s frustrating.


    He''s frustrating.


    My breathing turns heavy, and just as I''m about to turn away, I see the faintest quirk of his lips.


    I freeze. "How long have you been awake?"


    Make Aiden''s Morning-1


    His smile widens, slow. Then, his dark eyes open, locking onto mine.


    I forget how to breathe. It''s unfair, the way he looks at me, like he''s unraveling every inch of me with just one nce. Like he already knows what I want before I even say it.


    "Long enough to know that you''re frustrated." His fingers skim up my arm, tracing heat along my skin, and then he cups my jaw, tilting my face toward his. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and my stomach flips.


    I blow out a steady stream of air. "All thanks to you."


    Heughs. "Don''t worry, baby, you''ll get fucked today." He reaches for me, pressing his


    lips to mine.


    Deep,nguid, like he''s memorizing the taste of me all over again. His lips move against mine, pulling me under so effortlessly that I don''t even think to fight it. I melt, pressing


    closer, feeling every inch of him against me.


    Yes. Yes. Finally. It''s happening.


    He moves away, leaving me breathless.


    I watch the muscles of his ass twitch as he walks away into his closet and I sit up, not caring that the sheets fall off my chest and lie around my hips. I''m so done with this. I


    make up my mind to leave when Zaid walks back out, a thicker plug in his hands.


    My cheeks heat, and my breathing turns heavy. He grabs the lube from his dresser and makes his way toward me, kissing me until I''m slick between my legs and grinding against


    his thigh.


    It takes about the same amount of time as yesterday, the same amount of pain and the


    same dedicated teasing from Zaid to get it up my ass.


    I''m clenching around it twenty minutester. I have my arms around his neck, my breasts against his chest, and his erection tucked perfectly between us. My legs are a bit shaky, especially with how Zaid spreads my ass cheeks to get a good look at the plug in the mirror''s reflections.


    "You look so fucking sexy," He whispers into my ear.


    3:27 pm


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    I shake my head, trying to ignore the sweat that''s beading on my forehead.


    He lets go of my ass and ces his hand at the small of my back, pushing me toward the door.


    I look back at him. "What are you doing?"


    A wide, teasing smile spreads across his lips. "Go make Aiden''s morning."


    A hot red heat rushes through me from my toes to my head.