Page 46 of Falling for the Forbidden
“I really am fine. You’re the one who needs taking care of.” I wince as he presses the cold peas to my cheek. “Please, let me look after you.”
Placing my hand over his, I look up into his eyes, pleading with him.
“Fine,” he whispers. “But be warned, I’m not used to being looked after.”
Getting up from the bed, I go in search of something to clean up his face with. I dampen some tissue with warm water and head back into the bedroom. I find Ben still sat where I left him on the edge of the bed.
I unfasten his shirt buttons and push the fabric from his shoulders. He watches me through sad, swollen eyes.
“Scoot back.” He does as I say, and in seconds he’s resting back against the headboard.
I pull my dress up my thighs and throw my leg over him. After running my eyes over his face, I press some tissue to his blood-stained chin and attempt to clean him up. He winces when I brush past the cut, but he allows me to continue.
“I’m so sorry for—”
“Stop apologising for him. His actions have nothing to do with you.”
“I know. But—”
“No. No buts. I’ll always fight for you, Lauren, whether that’s with your dad or anyone else who disapproves of this.” His hips flex and I feel his length against me. Warm fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me. He plucks the tissue from my fingers and drops it to the bed before pulling me down to him. “Me and you, Lauren. I’ll always fight for you…protect you. Always.”
His hands push my dress higher up my thighs and fingers slip inside my knickers.
“Always so wet for me,” he murmurs as he finds my clit.
Groaning in pleasure, I grind myself on his fingers. I need the release that only he can give me after the night we’ve had. He works me into a frenzy before pulling his fingers out of me and undoing his trousers.
“Pocket,” he grunts, and I dig around until I find the condom.
He goes to take it from my fingers but I hold tight. “Can I?”
His eyes darken with desire. “Be my guest.”
I help him free himself and push the fabric down his thighs before I roll the condom down over his length.
“Over to you, then, baby.”
Lifting myself up, I pull my knickers to the side and slide down onto him. We both sigh in pleasure.
“I’ll never get enough of this.” His hands come up and squeeze my breasts, and it only makes my impending orgasm build faster.
All of the stress from tonight falls away as I focus on the sensations that fill my body. I keep my movements slow, enjoying the feeling of him filling me to the hilt.
Circling my hips when I’m fully seated, I gasp when he hits me so deep that it almost sends me spiralling into my release.
“Let go, baby. That’s it.” His eyes stay locked on mine, his hands on my hips, helping me move.
Rotating my hips once more, light explodes behind my eyes and my body twitches and pulsates around him. I fight to keep my eyes on his but I lose the battle, the pleasure surging through me too violently.
Falling down onto his chest, I’m vaguely aware of him thrusting up into me until he groans and stills before his cock twitches, releasing everything he has.
His hands run up and down my back. It’s relaxing, but reality soon starts to creep back in.
I reach for the bag of frozen peas still on the bed. Lifting them takes all my energy, but I manage to press them against Ben’s eye.
“It’s fine.” He tries to move them away but I’m not having it. I feel pretty useless right now, and this is the only thing I can think of that will hopefully make somewhat of a difference.
The rest of the night is mostly filled with silence. We’re both too lost in our own thoughts—or nightmares—to want to chat much. When I discover the bath has a Jacuzzi, I get it going and fill it with the salts I find on the side.
