All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Lena couldn’t stop side-eyeing Tarzan throughout the drive. Something was wrong—deeply wrong. His left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale, while his right hand kept tapping restlessly against the side of his seat. The movement wasn’t casual. It was frantic. Every few seconds, his fingers trembled violently before he pressed them harder into the leather, as if trying to force them still. *Maybe it’s just my imagination,* she told herself at first, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. But the longer she watched, the more certain she became. Gently, she reached over and took his trembling right hand in hers, threading her fingers through his. He startled so sharply the car swerved a fraction. “What’s wrong, baby?” Her voice was soft, filled with worry. “Is there anything bothering you?” Tarzan turned his head toward her. His eyes—usually so warm were dazed, glassy, and frighteningly expressionless, like a man staring through fog. “Baby?” she pressed,

Tarzan blinked slowly, his dark eyes widening in genuine surprise. “You… want to have my babies?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “Of course I would love to,” she said, her tone softening despite herself. She looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. “But honestly, Tarzan… I feel like something is wrong. You’ve been acting strange since we got in the car. The way you said that… it didn’t feel like a joke. It scared me.” He looked at her blankly for a long second, the midday sun casting sharp shadows across his strong jawline. The silence stretched, heavy amid the constant rush of traffic outside. Tarzan's heart was pounding hardly. He was fighting it—every instinct, every dark whisper in his head but he pushed it down, locking it away where she couldn’t reach. “Tarzan?” Lena whispered, searching his face. Finally, he gave her a small reassuring smile. "I am sorry I scared you and got you worried". He leaned across the console and cupped her face in both

The sharp knock came again, more insistent this time.“Open up!” an officer’s voice barked from outside, his flashlight sweeping across the heavily fogged windows.Tarzan cursed under his breath, his hands still gripping Lena’s ass as she scrambled off his lap in a panic, nearly tumbling into the passenger seat. She yanked her shirt down and tried to smooth her trembling fingers through her hair, her face pale with fear.“Oh God, we’re going to get arrested,” Lena whispered frantically, her heart hammering. “I can’t believe this—”“Shh, baby. I got this,” Tarzan murmured, quickly adjusting the seat upright and tucking himself back into his jeans with a wince.He cracked the window and handed his ID through the gap before the officer even asked. The cop took it, shining the light inside and catching Lena’s flushed, panicked expression and swollen lips. For a long moment, he just stared at her in silence.Tarzan frowned. “Hey, that's my woman. Do you have any questions? Then ask me—and

LENA'S POVI sighed as the warm water cascade over me from the showerhead, trying to wash away the ache between my legs.My body felt ruined in the best way because the second we stepped into the suite, Tarzan was on me again. I’d loved every second of it then. I’d begged for more and more. But now… God, I feel sore that the thought of another round made me wince.He is a huge size not like I am complaining but it can be too much at times.Just few minutes ago after dinner, his body language was suggesting we do it again—that hungry stare, the way his hands kept finding my waist, pulling me close. He wanted more. And as much as I adored him, I needed a break. Just a little time to let my body recover.I heard the soft knock on the bathroom door and my heart jumped."Sweet?"“Yes… baby?” I called, trying to sound casual.“Are you okay in there?”“Yes,” I answered, a little too quickly.The door clicked open before I could say anything else. Tarzan stepped in, and his eyes immediat

I should have said something. I should have reminded him of his promise. But the words never came. Instead, a soft, involuntary moan slipped from my lips.Tarzan’s voice remained perfectly innocent, as if he had no idea what he was doing. “Just trying to loosen these tight muscles here,” he murmured while his fingers continued their wicked exploration between my thighs, delving deeper with every stroke.I shamelessly parted my legs a little wider for him.His other hand slid underneath me, cupping and kneading my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. At the same time, his thumb found my swollen clit and began circling it with perfect, maddening pressure.I was getting so wet—embarrassingly wet. The slick sounds of his fingers moving in and out of me filled the quiet room, growing louder and more obscene with every thrust.My hips twitched of their own accord, pushing back against his hand. Another moan escaped me, longer and breathier this time.“You okay, baby?” he ask