LOGINTarzan kissed her again, then positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head of him pressing against her aching heat.He didn’t thrust—not yet.He held there, teasing, letting her feel every inch of what he was about to give her.“Look at me, Lena,” he commanded softly.She did.Her eyes locked on his as he began to push inside.The first stretch of him was exquisite torture—less sharp than the last time, but no less overwhelming. He filled her slowly, inch by agonizing inch.Lena’s mouth fell open on a broken cry as he sank deeper, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around him.“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, jaw tight, veins standing out along his neck. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.”He paused when he was buried to the hilt, and Lena felt utterly, completely full. She could feel every pulse of him, every twitch, the fine tremor running through his body as he forced himself to stay still.“Tarzan,” she whimpered, nails digging into his broad shoulders. “Move. Please.
“That’s what I thought.”He smirked.Then his mouth claimed hers again, swallowing the desperate little sound that rose in her throat as his hands left her breasts and dragged slowly down her body.“Tarzan,” she breathed against his lips, the word barely more than a shudder.He pulled back just enough to look at her. His chest heaved. His eyes were nearly black with hunger.“Tell me what you want,” he growled, the low command sending a shiver straight down her spine. “Say it.”“You.” Her fingers found the waistband of his pants. “I want you. All of you. But not here—get us into the room. Somewhere I can have you properly.”Without hesitation he bent and scooped her up, one arm hooked beneath her knees, the other locked firmly around her back. Muscle corded in his arms and shoulders; his jaw tightened with the effort, but he didn’t falter.“You’re really very strong,” she murmured against his neck as she hung on tightly.The bedroom door waited at the top of the stairs. Tarzan walks u
"He's really a naughty... big boy," Lena said with a sheepish smile.Tarzan's hands slid from her waist to the curve of her ass, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh."I'm afraid," he murmured, his voice low and dark, "because right now, mine is telling me to stop talking and show you exactly what that weapon thinks about you."Lena's breath caught as he pulled her tighter against him, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against her backside. She turned in his arms, her own snaking around his neck as she faced him. They made intense, breath-stealing eye contact."You still have a show to attend, you know," she whispered, one of her hands sliding down to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath her palm.He suddenly spanked her."Tar...zan." She gasped."I like the way you say my name," he murmured against her skin, his voice a husky rumble. "All breathless like that. Makes me want to hear it over and over again."Lena felt the vibration of his wo
"If I had to choose. I like this version of you much better. You've grown into a beautiful gorgeous woman with even a bigger heart....you went through a lot but you still strong. What a woman you are...""Stop teasing me ." "It's the truthe. You falling in love with me—genuinely is a bonus. I am glad you didn't choose me not out of fear that I might cry and whine about it like you did about seventeen years ago. You beautiful liar." "Stop..." She laughed this time. Then, unable to resist, Tarzan leaned down and captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Now," he murmured, a playful smile curving his mouth, "tell me one thing." "What?" "Who made my fearless woman cry before I got here?" She laughed again—brighter this time. "My dad." Tarzan froze. "...Should I be worried?" She shook her head, her smile widening. "He agreed to talk to Scar about the privacy s
That was some dare!Lena paused, her eyes widening."I… I didn't mean now... I mean then… then… also… ummm… you're not a child anymore. It would be weird, you know—we have a seven-year age difference."She stammered, cheeks flushed."And?"He replied with a raised brow.Lena paused again. It was obvious Tarzan hated it whenever she used her age as an excuse to keep distance between them."You know what… I'm grateful I came across your school that day. I didn't know I would meet the boy who would save my miserable life in the future."He smiled softly."I didn't save you, Lena.""You did," she replied firmly.He smiled faintly and shook his head."The woman standing in front of me survived years of cruelty without becoming cruel herself. You survived rejection from the one you truly loved. You survived betrayal. You survived loneliness."His fingers brushed a strand of hair behind her ear."And somehow… you still chose kindness. You're the sweetest person on earth, Lena."His voice gre
Lena lifted her head from his chest, her eyes still glistening with tears.“Because…” she whispered. “My life took an unbelievable turn the moment you came into it.”Tarzan’s ears flushed pink. He was too shy to meet her gaze. “Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”She smiled softly, and continued.“You looked at me and didn’t see a problem that needed fixing. Because of you, I found my real family. If I hadn’t been with you… if we hadn’t had that misunderstanding…”His brows drew together.“Lena—”“No. Let me finish.”She reached for his hands and intertwined their fingers.“My entire life, I thought I was alone. Just me and my mother. Then Mitch came along, and I was young and stupid enough to believe he was the one.” A bitter laugh escaped her. “My stupid, silly heart.”She swallowed hard.“He made me believe every cruel thing he’d ever said about my body. I started thinking I was the reason he stopped loving me. I had no one. No support. All I wanted was a man who wouldn’t t
The first guard blinked at him, then let out a short, disbelieving laugh under his breath. "No," he said flatly. "No way." The second didn't even turn his head. "You're in denial," he whispered back. "I'm realistic," the first shot back. "You're telling me him—the young master" he jerked his c
Suddenly, we heard the front door slam.Jake's head snapped up."Jake?!"Jake's wife, Sarah, called out as she stormed down the stairs like a hurricane in yoga pants and a messy bun. Her face was twisted with pure rage, eyes already red and glassy."You cheating piece of shit!" she screamed, pointi
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai







