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Feeling him close was all that mattered, as we both caught our breaths.

Some tears were still leaking out of my eyes, his words from earlier ringing in my head.

He was my home. Wherever he was, I belonged. Together.

ChapterTwenty-Six

SIGNE

I feltsomething long and hard poking my ass, making me shift under the covers and start to stretch my body. I was coming out of the deepest sleep I had had in a long while.

Large, warm hands dragged themselves up my stomach and ribs, cupping my breasts while I lifted my hands above my head. A warm mouth was leaving suctioning kisses along my neck and shoulder from behind me.

“Good morning, noor al-ein,” I heard Zaid’s grumbly, sleepy voice murmur against my skin.

I smiled; my eyes still closed as I lowered my hands back under the covers where the two of us were spooning. God, I loved spooning.

“Morning, love,” I replied with a yawn, reaching behind me to grab his morning wood that he was already rocking against me.

“Are you awake?” Zaid asked against my throat, his tongue teasing the skin just below my ear.

“Mhmm,” I replied, giving him a playful squeeze.

“Good,” Zaid sighed. Without warning, I was suddenly pushed onto my stomach and his large body was caging mine in, his erection teasing me. I landed on my face with anoofand a startled giggle.

“Do you have condoms in your nightstand?” Zaid asked against my hair.

I gave anothermhmmas I pointed towards the furniture in question. He shifted above me before I heard the drawer being pulled open and a foil wrapper being plucked out and torn.

I turned my face to the side, brushing my knotted hair out of the way as I glanced up at him hovering behind me. When he asked last night, I had told him I wasn’t opposed to morning sex, but the thought of morning breath concerned me. He must have thought this position would avoid that problem, and I was grateful for it.

I suddenly felt his warm hands in between my legs, feeling.

“You aren’t ready for me yet,” Zaid murmured against my shoulder.

“I’ve been awake for three seconds,” I replied with a laugh. He chuckled against me, the feel of his laughter rumbling against my back before he lightly pinched one of my ass cheeks in reprimand.

“Can I help you get there?” He whispered, kissing my ear and trapping the lobe between his teeth before continuing, “You looked too pretty wrapped around my cock last night.”Jesus fucking Christ, that works,“I need to be inside of you again.”

“You were just—oh—” I gasped as one of his fingers started teasing my center from above me, snaking between my legs in search of my clit. I arched my back and canted my hips to give him easier access, and soon I was gasping into the pillow, “Inside of me a few—oh god—hours ago.”

“I belong inside of you, Signe,” Zaid replied, I could feel his lips pull into a smile against my skin, “It’s a sin to start my day otherwise.”

Wetness started to coat his fingers, and he used that to his advantage to give more attention to my clit. I was grinding against his hand, crushing it between me and the mattress I lay on.

“Oh god, Zaid,” I groaned, “Yes.”

“That’s better,” Zaid’s voice took on a rougher edge, “Give me one first, Signe.”

“How are you so good at talking during sex?” I gasped, my hands clutching fistfuls of the sheets as I started to rush towards release.

“I learned pretty quickly that you liked what I was saying last night,” his teeth gently scraped against my neck, and I whimpered from the sensation of it, “And I love telling you exactly what I’m thinking. Like how I can’t wait for you to come all over my hand so I can sink into you properly.”

That did it.

I was a goner.

I screamed into my pillow, like a lady.