Page 112 of Dearest Protector

I urged him into motion, and he surged inside me again, burying himself to his balls.

Over and over again.

Soothing my need to be closer to him.

I reached up and stroked my palm over his stubbled jaw. “I don’t ever want to be without you again, Ben.”

When he started to pummel into me with the fast, deep rhythm that I desperately craved, I began to raise my hips to meet the power of every thrust.

I could feel my climax start to build.

“More,” I pleaded, my eyes never leaving his.

Our bodies were damp with perspiration, and our skin slid together with every movement.

“I’m going to come,” I whimpered.

“Let go, baby,” Ben demanded.

I knew that he wanted me to trust that he’d be there when I came apart, and I did.

He watched my face as my powerful orgasm rushed over me.

I finally closed my eyes as my body shook, and the agony and ecstasy of my climax rushed through my body so intensely that it stunned me.

“Ben! I love you so much!” I cried out, feeling like I died just a little, even though I’d never felt more alive than I did right at this moment.

“Christ! Ariel!” Ben groaned as I milked him of his own release while I spasmed hard around his cock.

He kissed me, and then rolled, our bodies still connected as I sprawled out on top of him, completely spent.

Every sensation, both emotional and physical, had been wrung from my body, but I’d never been more content.

Ben would always be the man who demanded everything from me, but I knew he’d always give the same thing back to me.

We were silent as we caught our breath.

God, how this man rocked my entire world every time he touched me.

I could feel his pounding heart slowly returning to normal as my palm rested on his chest.

Would there ever be a day when Ben didn’t try to shield me from even a tiny bit of pain, emotional or physical?

Probably not.

Ben was a protector by nature, and I wouldn’t change that about him.Ever.

“I think you ended up wrecking me anyway,” he said in a sexy baritone next to my ear.

I smiled and stroked a hand down his damp chest. “Are you complaining?”

“Hell, no,” he denied. “Feel free to wreck me any time you want, beautiful.”

I let out a sigh of complete bliss as he stroked his hand over my hair.

I had absolutely no idea how Ben and I had ended up together like this.

If someone had told me months ago that I’d end up being the woman Ben Blackwood would fall in love with, I would have laughed my ass off.

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