Page 111 of Dearest Protector

And now that I did realize what he was to me, the two of ushadto be fused together.

“I’m yours, Ariel. Probably always have been and always will be. Take whatever you need,” he said, his voice roughened with desire.

My heart stuttered as I realized that he was giving me complete control, which wasn’t easy for a man like him.

Ben was almost always willing to compromise, but blind and total trust wasn’t easy for a guy who was used to getting what he wanted most of the time.

I rose and fell, relishing every stroke as I rode him, glorying in every touch as his hands moved from my hips to stroke down my bare back.

I lost myself to the rhythm and the heat in Ben’s eyes.

He showed me everything in his molten gaze, no holding back, making himself completely vulnerable.

And it made the dam of emotions I’d held back for so long completely explode.

He loved me.

He trusted me.

He adored me.

He was willing to show me every emotion he was feeling right now.

And that broke me like nothing else ever could.

This big, strong, powerful man would do anything I asked, give me anything I needed, just to make me happy.

“I love you,” I choked out, holding back a sob of pure bliss.

“I love you, too, baby,” he answered like it was a vow as he ran a finger from my shoulder to my breast.

He fingered one nipple, and then the other, increasing my pleasure until my body started to shake.

I wanted to climb inside Ben Blackwood, but even that probably wouldn’t be enough.

Tears started to pour down my cheeks as I finally broke eye contact and threw my head back.

It was too much.

Everything was too intense.

In an instant, Ben rolled me until I was under him, our bodies still connected.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he loomed over me. “Look at me, Ariel.”

I shook my head as I wrapped my legs around his hips. “Nothing. Sometimes I just love you so much it’s overwhelming for me.”

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I complied, and almost started to sob as I saw the look of understanding in his gaze.

“Do you think I don’t feel the same way?” he asked.

He brushed the hair from my face and gently wiped the tears from my cheeks.

“I don’t know,” I answered tearfully, joy expanding in my soul until my heart ached.

“I do,” he confessed as he stroked my curls. “You’re the only woman who will ever make me feel like this, Ariel, but I don’t give a shit if I lose my mind. I’ve waited a long time for you.”

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