Page 20 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

As I found myself searching for that addictive pleasure like a lifeline, I wasn’t willing to slow our momentum. Instead, I met his guidance halfway by moving my hips in tandem with the movement of his hands, causing us both to erupt in those shared moans.

Eventually, Ben’s lips left mine as he dropped his head back against the couch and watched while I moved above him. He grumbled his approval as I picked up a rhythm of my own, and his hands relaxed on my hips.

He hummed, gazing at me like he couldn’t get enough—as if he decided long ago that I was going to be his final meal. “Your body seems to know what it wants…so by all means, take the reins.”

With that pleasant yet urgent haze getting even worse in my mind from how much I was enjoying the feeling of how perfectly he filled me, I didn’t need to hear his encouragement to do exactly that.

Every roll of my hips sent wave after wave of gratification moving through me, not leaving an inch untouched, and as I used his shoulders for leverage, I wasn’t prepared to stop.

Ben did his best to watch me with that interested gleam in his eyes, intently focused on the way our bodies came together again and again, almost mesmerized by the sight. The almost imperceptible curl of his lips revealed just how much he was enjoying it, along with the grunts and pants leaving him with ease. But as the pleasure became too much, he’d groan and close his eyes to soak in every moment of it.

I was losing myself in the throes of passion and unfettered sensation, riding him like it was the last thing I’d ever do—and the only thing I wanted to do.

Feeling as his grip on me tightened only to brace himself against becoming overwhelmed, I knew his cool exterior was beginning to crack.

“Fuck, Gemma…” Ben uttered as his head dropped back again, chest rising and falling as he started slipping. “Like that…keep going. Damn it, keep going.”

His words were enough to make me subconsciously clench around him, to which he only succumbed more with a grunt.

As he asked, I didn’t let up. I was nearly high from the raw delight my movements brought me, along with the sight of Ben unraveling piece by piece.

Initially, he seemed itching to assert his dominance and lead the game, but as he gave in to the pleasure, he wanted nothing more than to receive. To allow me the opportunity to steer my pleasure that complemented his own. Regardless of his usual attitude and demeanor, Ben’s neediness was something I found myself reveling in.

With the increased volume and repetition of our moans, I could feel myself getting closer, and given how frantic he was becoming, I knew Ben wasn’t far behind.

Then, as his patience waned and he couldn’t hold back, he gripped my waist and bucked upward, both forcing me down and himself upward at the same time in a rush of nearly blinding pleasure.

My breath caught in my throat then as he continued, unrelenting with his eager, rough thrusts. I had no choice but to meet them, but I wasn’t complaining.

Every muscle in my body tightened as I cried out, pushed to the edge by his frantic thrusts. My arms tightened behind his neck as I squeezed around him, encouraging us both to give in. To surrender and allow that bliss to wash over us both.

My body shook and trembled as I reached that precipice, guided through it as his uncalculated thrusts urged me forward. That fog in my head only thickened as my orgasm tore through me.

With a few final bucks of his hips, Ben buried his face in my neck and grunted, letting go of ragged breaths as his hips stilled, and he released.

I could hardly register what was happening around me as I relaxed into his firm body, catching my breath as my heart raced.

Satisfied at last, Ben eased into the cushions beneath him as his arms lazily wrapped around my waist to keep me close, cheek still pressed against my neck.

As we came down together, I knew we had crossed a line we couldn’t come back from. I'd given in to my relentless attraction to him, and regardless of how guarded I still wanted to be, none of that seemed to matter in the moment.

He had something I wanted more of, and after I had my first taste of that passion, I knew that craving would be insatiable.

Chapter 10 - Benedikt

Even after all the conflicts and triumphs I experienced while working with my family, through the successful collaborations, debt collections, and deals I participated in over the years, nothing had me flying quite as high as that night.

I was never really a sentimental man. I learned not to be after understanding just how easily things and loved ones could be taken away from me at the drop of a hat, but something about having sex with Gemma made me feel like I could become exactly that.

Without a doubt, I had my fair share of partners before, but nobody could compare to her.

Something in me dreaded admitting that even to myself, but I couldn’t deny it.

The raw passion, fuelled by both mutual attraction and the argument we had, was just too good to pass up. Nothing held a candle to it.

While I wasn’t exactly ecstatic about anyone having that kind of pull over me, at the very least, it was the woman I decided to marry. That had to count for something.

Needless to say, it was incredible, and the rest of our weekend played out exactly like that. Between the kitchen counter, the sofa, the bed, and even the shower, we exhausted all our options until we physically couldn’t keep going.

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