Page 37 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

I needed him, and I needed to reach that place of pure completion.

Ben moved up my body with his lips then, guiding me back onto the bed before he pinned me there, looming above me like an incubus ready to take his fill.

When he noticed the slight dejection on my face from being denied my release, Ben chuckled and kissed my lips as his hands roamed my body.

While I wanted to maintain that look of slight annoyance, I couldn’t—not while his mouth felt so incredible against mine and had me wanting even more. Giving in, I hummed against his lips and melted into him.

Kissing across my cheek, Ben reached my ear and whispered, making me shiver, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet.”

That prospect was enough to have me close to trembling, thoroughly wrapped in desire to the point of it aching within my chest.

That smirk lingered on his lips as he kissed my neck, making my eyes close with ease.

Despite the distraction of his rough nipping and pecking against my skin, I was keenly aware of the path his hands created up and down my body, mapping every inch of me.

After coming so close to hitting that precipice without ever actually reaching it, my senses were heightened, and I anticipated his every touch in hope of getting enough pleasure to tip me over.

But to my relief, he narrowed the space between our bodies as he gave a slow, sensual stroke of his pelvis against mine. The attention-demanding presence of his aggravated arousal brushed against my soaked heat, causing me to moan and tip my head back against the mattress. Those shockwaves of pleasure pulsed within me as they traveled to every corner of my body and made my blood run even hotter.

By then, I didn’t think I could want him even more, but Ben’s diligent touch and constant teasing had me reaching new heights of desperation.

Ben hummed his approval at the gasp that escaped me as he did it again, dragging his length through me with a hint of cockiness in his strokes. He knew what he was doing to me, and he was certainly garnering satisfaction from every second of it.

I was about ready to explode with that pent-up frustration before he finally decided to grip my thigh and part my legs more.

A shudder left me as I felt him press against my entrance, pausing for a moment while he put his forearms on either side of my head and returned his lips to mine in a surprisingly slow and sensual kiss despite the tangible urgency between the two of us.

Once I was subdued by his kiss, Ben dipped in and pushed his way inside, making us both gasp into one another’s mouths.

A rush of immediate, almost blinding gratification moved through me, and my fingers instinctively clenched against his muscled back for support.

While he didn’t face much resistance as he moved, slowly filling me to the brim, he still groaned as if I was constricting around him to the point of making him weak. With his hand on my hip, he withdrew and sank back in, drawing equally needy moans from both of us.

I knew that despite the lust he was tempering for the sake of not giving in too soon and getting ahead of himself, Ben was crumbling on the inside and close to completely cracking. He wanted to maintain those slower, more indulgent thrusts, but his resolve was already fraying at the edges.

Given how he let go of those shaky breaths as he moved with more calculated precision, he didn’t have faith in his ability to keep it in.

By then, I was beyond impatient and couldn’t take that gentle pace any longer.

Taking control of the situation, I hooked a leg around the back of his and rolled my hips forward to meet him halfway.

Immediately, Ben groaned, dropping his head down as he pushed back against the rush of pleasure it brought him. His fingers bunched the sheets up as he hovered there and accepted my eager movements with a chuckle.

“Impatient, are we?”

At the end of my rope, I mumbled against his lips, “Very.”

He smirked into the kiss despite how it faltered the moment we both moved in unison, guided by the blinding want and need for release.

Almost like my encouragement was what he needed to give in completely, it felt as if something switched within him, and he picked up a steady rhythm that pulled those moans from my lips effortlessly.

With one hand next to my head and the other gripping my hip with enough pressure to expertly meld the faint discomfort with pleasure, Ben tried his hardest to hold his moans back.

As much as I tried to keep up with his pace, I simply couldn’t due to how immediately relentless it became. Instead, I wrapped my legs around him properly and braced myself for his every thrust.

The sound of our mutual satisfaction filled the bedroom as we lost ourselves in the moment, not caring about how we sounded. Instead, we were so locked onto chasing that high that nothing else mattered.

Matching my impatience then, Ben angled my hips slightly and drove his pelvis against me, reaching a new depth that made my back arch away from the bed.

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