LOGIN“Ryan…”Ryan parked and grabbed her hand, leading her up the steps. “Welcome home,” he said softly. “Our first home. I thought it was only fitting that we start our marriage here.”Tears of joy filled her eyes. “It’s perfect.”He came around and helped her out of the car, then, in one swift motion,
The morning of the wedding day dawned clear and bright, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. Elena stood before the full-length mirror, her heart beating a frantic, joyful rhythm against her ribs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin veil over her hair.Today was the day. Her heart p
“Mom,” Ryan said, his voice unusually gentle. “There’s something I want to tell you.”Anna tilted her head, studying him. “You look too serious for this early in the day.”His lips curved faintly. “I wanted to tell you that Elena and I, we’re getting married.”Anna’s hand flew to her mouth. For a mo
The silence in the car as they drove away from her father’s house was different from the furious tension of the afternoon. Elena leaned her head against the cool window, watching the familiar streets of her old neighborhood blur past. Her hand rested loosely in Ryan’s, their fingers entwined as if n
That evening, Ryan led Elena to the Carter residence. She was quiet on the drive, her mind buzzing with apprehension. When they arrived, the lights were on inside, casting a warm, welcoming glow that felt like a lifetime ago to Elena. Her stomach was a tight ball of nerves. Ryan, sensing her anxiety
Elena’s sobs shook her shoulders as she stood in the living room. Ryan listened carefully, silent at first, giving her space to pour everything out. When her cries softened to ragged hiccups, he didn’t respond with words. He rose from the chair and with two long strides, he closed the distance betwe
“Fuck!” Ryan hissed, his head falling back against the seat as he filled her to the hilt. His grip on her waist tightened almost painfully. “You feel too good, butterfly. Always so damn tight.”Her hands pressed against his chest, trying to steady herself, but he grabbed her wrists, pinning them aga
“Why do I feel like I’m in an old movie?” she whispered.“Because you are,” he murmured. “Mine.”“I could get used to this,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder, inhaling the scent of his cologne.“Good,” he said, his voice a soft rumble against her ear. “Because I plan on doing it a lot
“Mr. Johnson’s office, this is Melissa,” an efficient, female voice said.Elena blinked. “Melissa?”“His secretary,” the woman explained smoothly. “May I ask who’s calling?”Elena’s excitement dimmed slightly. “Oh. Hi! It’s Elena Carter,” She fiddled with her bedsheet. “Um… Can you tell him about me
He climbed onto the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress, his chest hovering just above hers. His hands framed her face for a brief, almost tender moment. Then his lips were on hers again, rougher than before, tongue plunging deep as if he wanted to taste the very air she breathed.His body gro







