Chapter Twenty-Three Benson
My cock hardens with each blow to her blooming red flesh.
I know what she needs, and it’s not just the orgasm she craves, although it’s just as cathartic, but it’s the purging of her emotions.
She has spent her entire life suppressing them, and now, she has no idea how to express or release them on her own.
Karmen has been surviving on her own all her life. My chest expands, heat flaring beneath my skin at the thought of her having to endure anything alone. All I have ever wanted is to be there for her, to take care of her.
To love her the way she deserves.
Precious power sends a rush down my spine with each strike.
The power of knowing I can give her what she needs.
She latches onto the pain, anchoring herself to her emotions.
Tension uncoils from her like a slow-building storm, dark and ominous with the promise of utter ruin. I revel in her destruction.
In my own.
Because her pain belongs to me.
She belongs to me.
I line my cock up with her wet pussy and push inside with one punishing thrust. My spine tingles as my name and her gratitude pour in a desperate plea from her parted lips.
Leaning over her, I wrap one hand around her heavy breast and the other around her throat, lifting her to her knees. “Good girl. Give me more.”
I take her mouth.
“You’re mine. Your pain. Your anger. Your body.
All of it belongs to me,” I murmur, fucking her harder and deeper, applying just the right amount of pressure until she’s drenching my cock.
The bedding is soaked, our bodies slick with sweat as I continue to ravage her.
God, she’s so beautiful when she lets go.
When she surrenders herself completely to me.
This strong, independent woman, who just had her entire world turned upside down, is choosing to trust me.
Choosing to give herself to me.
That truth anchors me. It’s the one thing I’ve always longed for.
For her to choose us. Overcome by my own emotions, I release her and roll her over to lie down beneath me.
I settle between her open thighs, gently thrusting inside her, but I don’t move yet.
Instead, I examine her tear-stained face, the relief in her eyes settling in my chest.
“How do you always know exactly what I need?”
I cup her trembling jaw, swiping her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. “Because I know you.”
She nods, a small smile tilting her perfect lips as I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her nose. I begin to move inside her again, slower this time, savoring this moment.
Our connection.
“I love you,” she whispers.
A steady calm settles over me, and my muscles relax as I gaze into her tear-filled eyes. The world feels less sharp, less threatening. I lean in, my lips barely brushing hers as I smile, unable to contain my happiness at her confession.
“God, you look so pretty when you tell me you love me.”
She beams, her cheeks glowing.
The world fades around us, everything shrinking down to just the two of us and this monumental moment. A moment I never thought would come.
I kiss her long and deep, then give her back the same three perfect words she’s given me. “I love you too.”