ログインI growled against her breast, sucking harder, my free hand gripping her hip as I pounded into her. My body trembled violently with every deep thrust, the overwhelming sensitivity making me whimper and ramble. "Lena... fuck, Lena... your pussy feels too good. So tight around my cock. I'm never pulling out. Never letting you go." My hips snapped faster, the wet, obscene sounds of her stretched hole taking every inch driving me wild. "Say it again. Tell me you're mine while I fuck you deep." "I'm yours—nhhh—only yours! I'm coming—I'm coming!" she cried, her body shuddering violently beneath me. Those words hit me somewhere deep in my skull. Fuck. I can't tell what possessed me—but the moment I shifted to a better angle, my hips moved like they weren't even part of my body. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and my vision blurred. "Tar... Tar..." Lena's fingers dug into my skin painfully. "Wait... you'll break me... you're going too fast." She cried out. "I can't help it... I'm a
I pulled back slowly, savoring every inch of the drag against her perfect, gripping walls—then snapped my hips forward, burying myself deep inside her once more. The sudden, deep thrust tore a loud cry from her lips, but I swallowed it with a kiss before it could fully escape. The rhythm came naturally, fierce and immediate, fueled by a primal, instinctual need for her. "Fuck... Lena..." I cursed out loud as my hips began to move in a relentless, unthinking cadence, the muscles in my stomach rippling with each powerful stroke. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room—a wet, rhythmic slap that was both obscene and impossibly perfect. Her head fell back against the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath escaping in sharp, beautiful cries. "Look at me, Lena... please," I whispered, my voice a guttural plea. "I need to see your eyes—your face—when you moan." Her lashes fluttered open, and the sight of her—so wrecked, so beautiful, completely undone by me—sent a jolt
I nudged the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance, and we both went still. The anticipation was electric. I looked down at her—my sweet Lena, with her flushed cheeks and those dark, hungry brown eyes. I felt my heart crack wide open. "You ready for me, baby?" She nodded, her lip caught between her teeth. "I've been waiting a whole year." Finally, I positioned myself, the blunt crown pressing against her heat. The warmth radiating from her was maddening. "Look at me, Lena," I growled, my voice thick with need. She held my stare, and I saw everything there: anticipation, love, raw hunger. I locked my gaze with hers, those deep eyes swimming with desire. Then I pushed forward—just an inch. Her eyes fluttered, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. I was massive, and no matter how soaked she was, the stretch was immense. I watched her brows draw together, her lips part, her body tense around the invasion. "Fuck," I grunted, jaw tight as I threw my head bac
Without another word, I scooped her up into my arms, lifting her clean off her feet.She let out a surprised little squeak that melted into a delighted giggle, her arms winding tight around my neck as I carried her toward the bedroom.“I forgot how strong you are,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re sexy as hell, you know that?”A low growl rumbled in my chest as I nuzzled into her shoulder the whole short distance. “Fuck, you keep talking like that, and I’m not gonna make it to the bed.”She laughed, soft and breathless. “Then don’t. Right here. I don’t care.”“No,” I said, kicking the bedroom door open with my foot. “You deserve a bed. You deserve everything.”I set her down gently on the edge of the mattress—but the second her feet touched the floor, my hands were already on her dress, pushing the fabric down her shoulders.“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathed, obsessed, clinging to her like she was my lifeline. “Missed every part of you. Can’t stop touching
She laughed loudly."Oh my goodness,haven't laughed so loud in a long time you know.""You will laugh more...that's a promise.."I murmured, my hips rolling against her, letting her feel exactly how hard I was, how desperately my cock strained against my suit pants. The heavy silk and tulle of her gown bunched between us as I kissed her again—deeper, messier, tongues sliding hot and wet while my hands roamed greedily over every curve. My thumbs stroked her cheeks, her jaw, her neck—touching, touching, touching because I couldn't stop. I couldn't get enough of her softness, the way her body filled my arms, so generous and yielding. My hands roamed down her sides, bunching the heavy skirts up around her thighs in frantic handfuls. The fabric was slippery, resisting me, but I didn't care. I shoved it higher as I pinned her harder against the door. I dropped to one knee for half a second, yanking the voluminous skirts and petticoats up to her waist in a messy heap. My other hand sh
The door had barely clicked shut behind us before I had her pressed against it, my body caging hers, hands already roaming—over her shoulders, down her arms, gripping her hips like she might vanish if I let go. “Fuck, Lena,” I breathed against her neck, lips trailing fire along her jaw. “I missed you. I missed this. I missed us.” Her laugh came out shaky, breathless. “You’re shaking.” I pulled back just enough to look at her. She was right—my hands trembled against her waist, tremors running through my fingers as if I’d been standing in the cold for hours. A rough laugh escaped me. “Of course I’m shaking.” I pressed my forehead to hers, eyes closed. “A year, Lena. A whole goddamn year without you, fuck it all—” My voice cracked. “I missed you so much it hurt. Every single day. Every single night." Her hands came up to cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones with heartbreaking tenderness. “I know,” she whispered. “I know, baby. I felt the same.” I kissed her again—s
MITCH POV AT WORK I leaned back in my ergonomic chair, staring at my dual screens, which were displaying rows of digital claim files in the company's cloud-based system. Meanwhile, my mind was miles away. The dream I had last night kept replaying in my mind. Lena moaning and the way her body b
I sighed and glanced down at the plate of food in front of me. Honestly, it looked incredible. The fried rice was perfectly golden, the skewers glistened, and the vegetable salad looked fresh and crisp. My mouth watered. But I didn't reach for it. He was already eating, taking slow bites withou
“I'm not stupid enough to fall for a man who would abuse me,” I said, my fists clenched at my sides. “He was the sweetest man ever.” “Was.” “Is!” His face remained unreadable. “So where did those marks come from?” I rubbed my neck. “Probably a reaction to the new body cream I bought.” “I see,
LENA’S POV I woke up the next morning with an unbearable ache in my stomach. I groaned and rolled over, but it only made the pain worse. My mind was already racing. *How am I supposed to work like this?* *How am I going to cook for Mitch? He’ll be furious if breakfast isn’t ready before he







