Page 244 of The Rules
She didn’t need words—her body was already pleading in every tremor, every breathless twitch beneath his hands.
She was flushed, soaked, marked in every way that mattered.
And fuck—he’d never seen anything so devastatingly, absolutely his.
For minutes now, she'd been fighting it—legs trembling, back arched, her weight braced on her forearms as her hips rocked up to meet him again and again. Her breath came in ragged bursts, each one sharper than the last, and he could see it in her face—that wild, desperate concentration. She was holding on. For him.
Every part of her strained with the effort. Her muscles tensed, her core fluttered around him in relentless waves, and yet she didn’t give in. Her moans came in clipped, broken sounds, like she was trying to silence herself, to stay just on this side of release. But it was killing her.
"Come for me," he growled, voice low and dark and utterly final. "Now."
Kath shattered.
Her whole body seized, then broke open—clenching, pulsing, her cry muffled as her head fell back and her forearms strained to keep her upright on the desk. The orgasm tore through her like a current, robbing her of breath, of control, of everything except sensation. She shook beneath him, limbs trembling, overwhelmed, still braced on shaking arms.
Benjamin didn’t move.
Not yet. He held her there, kept her anchored, let her ride it all the way down until her body went slack against the desk—boneless, wrecked, panting.
But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He pulled her up, arms wrapping around her waist as he lifted her higher onto the desk, her thighs still spread wide, knees unsteady.
Now she was almost sitting. Exposed. Open. His.
"We’re not done," he murmured, eyes gleaming.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and fucked-out and barely able to focus.
But she didn’t protest. She couldn’t.
Benjamin drove into her again, his body taking control where his mind had surrendered. But now, his angle shifted—each thrust not just deep, but upward, angled with precision, dragging his pelvis against her with every motion.
The rough patch of hair at his base brushed her clit on every stroke, the friction just enough to make her gasp, her body convulsing beneath him. The pressure was relentless—inside and out—and he knew exactly what he was doing. Every movement was calculated. Deliberate. Designed to wreck her.
He thrust hard, deep, and slightly up, making the desk beneath them creak in protest.
Kath gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she sought something—anything—to anchor herself while he moved inside her. Faster now, relentless, his own pleasure building with each stroke. Her desperation only fueled him further.
His breath came in ragged pants against her cheek, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. The thought of it—of her carrying his imprint beneath her clothes tomorrow—sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
"Gonna make sure you feel me for days," he panted, punctuating each word with another brutal, upward-driven thrust.
Herhead fell back, mouth open, a cry choking out between broken gasps. The overwhelming sensation was too much—every stroke another spark in the wire already lit.
"You'll remember this."
She whimpered in response, the sound breaking into a high, desperate moan that was sweeter than any music he'd ever heard. Her body trembled beneath him, around him, taking everything he gave and still silently begging for more.
Ben watched, transfixed, as her second orgasm built.
Her eyes grew unfocused, her breathing shallow and quick. She was beautiful like this. Her body jerked with each stroke, tightening around him as the pleasure became too much, too intense, too fast.
When she finally broke, it was with his name on her lips—a sobbing, desperate cry that echoed in the small room. Her thighs shook violently around him, her inner walls clenching and pulsing as she came apart for the second time.
It was too much. The sight of her, the feel of her—Ben followed with a growl, his hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself inside her, his release hitting him with an intensity that left him shaking.
They froze together, bodies locked in perfect stillness save for their heaving chests. The only sound was their mingled breathing, harsh in the sudden quiet.
