Page 19 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

Soon enough, his fingers wandered beneath my top and grazed against my skin before he grabbed the fabric and removed it completely. There was nothing patient about the way he reached for the clasp of my bra, unhooking it before throwing it away, too.

His palms were on my breasts immediately as he consumed me, growing more impatient the longer his lips were on mine. A hum reverberated in his chest as he kneaded them, sounding like he was more than ready to drown in everything we had to offer one another.

Moaning at the attention, my hips moved involuntarily, eliciting a grunt from Ben as he leaned in and swiped his tongue against my left nipple, heavily lidded eyes meeting mine.

My ears warmed at the sight while he used his opposite hand to hook a thumb in the waistband of my bottoms, showing his clear intentions.

The desire in his eyes was louder than anything else, and as much as I wanted to think I was showing more restraint than him, I knew that wasn’t the case. I was just as needy, just as impatient.

Before long, we were a mess of limbs as we reached for each other’s clothes, shuffling material off and tossing it all to the side in between kisses. In the blink of an eye, we were impossibly close again as his hungry grasp pulled me against him and commanded the nearness that made my heart squeeze with more anticipation.

When our centers collided in another tug of my hips, Ben groaned against my lips the moment a shaken moan left them at the feeling of his cock brushing against me. It sent a shockwave of excitement through me in anticipation of what was to come.

His fingers tightened against my hips as he urged me to roll them again with his eyes locked on mine, slower this time to draw out our mutual breathlessness and to slick himself in my arousal. My eyes fluttered shut at that as I gasped quietly. The beginnings of a new, warmer haze filled my mind at the enticing sensations that seemed to bring me to life in a completely different sense.

I could’ve sworn Ben’s eyes darkened as he watched me, lips eventually curling in the hint of a smirk.

“Fuck, Gemma,” he uttered, voice low and gravelly. His grip on my hips didn’t loosen as he continued to guide me against him, gaze flickering between my eyes and where our bodies collided. “So wet just from my thigh, huh?”

My heart nearly stopped at that, causing my hips to stutter slightly as my bottom lip caught between my teeth. A quiet moan slipped between the cracks, and I found myself becoming greedier for more.

It didn’t matter how close we were, it wasn’t enough. I needed more of him—all of him.

Despite my brain fog, I remembered the fact that he asked me a question, and I nodded with a dazed expression.

Something moved through his eyes then as Ben put a hand on the back of my head again to pull me closer, opposite hand still on my hip as he slowly, agonizingly, moved me back and forth against him. He met me halfway and pressed our foreheads together as he shuddered with his eyes closed.

“You can be angry with me all you want,” he began, lifting me slightly to align himself with my heat, pausing only to accomplish the task. Another swallowed groan lodged in his throat as he brushed against me, poised and waiting for that initial sensation. “You can shout at me, hate me, and wish you had married anyone else…”

My eyes rolled back as a breathless moan escaped me the moment I felt him press in, slowly inserting himself while I held his shoulder for stability. I stretched for him with a gasp, my body opening in acceptance.

Ben grunted as he pulled me on to him, warm breath fanning against my lips as he continued with a harsh rasp in his voice, “But your body betrays you…it wants me, doesn’t it?”

Too overwhelmed by the combination of him filling me and the lust that dripped from his words, I couldn’t get any sound more coherent than a moan past my lips. Instead, I pressed my forehead against his for support and allowed myself to be consumed by the overwhelming feeling.

But that wasn’t what he wanted.

Before I could do anything, Ben lowered me until he was completely inside me, then stopped as his hand reached up and secured my chin in between his fingers.

I was pulled back slightly to look at him, aware of how firm both his grasp and gaze were. I swallowed hard, startled by the sudden force.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Ben demanded, sharper than before as he withheld pleasure from me.

My brain was so fixated on receiving more of the addictive shock currents running through my system that it took me a moment to string any kind of thought together. He filled me so deeply from his size alone that I could hardly think or breathe. I just wanted him to move. I needed him to.

In an attempt to get more of that relief I wanted, I nodded weakly, managing the faintest squeak as I tried to wriggle my hips above him.

But Ben’s grip on my hips forced me to stay firmly in place, not letting up in the slightest. “Say it. Use your words, wife.”

I shivered at his domineering tone and mustered up the courage to speak. “Yes…it wants you—I want you…”

With a satisfied smirk on his lips again, Ben chuckled and pulled me closer by my chin, plastering a sloppy kiss against my lips. At once, he guided my hips back up, groaning into my parted mouth before easing me down again.

Every inch of him moving within me seemed to hit all the right places, spurring those agonizingly perfect sparks of pleasure to course through me and leave me begging for more.

He took advantage of the situation and slipped his tongue between my lips, claiming my mouth like he was starved and might never get the chance again.

Even through the first few lazy strokes, I was a mess. He swallowed up my moans as my brows furrowed in concentration, and I felt completely overwhelmed by how he was so all-encompassing. He demanded everything from me at once, all while doing it so right that I couldn’t help but comply. It didn’t matter what he wanted—so long as he guided me through it, I was more than willing to see it through.

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