Chapter 161
**Extraordinary Bride 161**
And just like that, everything changed. His final words shattered her world into a thousand shimmering fragments. She belonged to him now—body, soul, and every fiber of her being. He had claimed her in ways she had never dared to imagine, not merely in the physical sense but reaching deep into her heart, pulling it from the shadows where it had long hidden away.
The realization crashed over her like a tempest, a whirlwind of emotions that left her breathless. Tears mingled with the sweat glistening on her skin, and her chest felt tight, constricted by a love so powerful it sent shivers of fear coursing through her veins. This man, this wild player, had stolen her completely, and in that fleeting moment, she found herself unafraid of the risks or the potential heartache he could inflict. She was his—entirely and irrevocably. The thought ignited a fire within her, a flame that consumed all doubt and hesitation.
“I love you,” she breathed, the words tumbling from her lips like a sacred confession, raw and trembling. Her voice cracked under the weight of years spent concealing her deepest desires.
He froze, his body becoming a statue against hers, the heat radiating from him momentarily halted in disbelief. His manhood throbbed inside her, yet the world around them stilled, the air thick with an electric tension.
“What did you say to me, Betsy?” Ben’s voice was low, laced with incredulity, his piercing grey eyes searching hers in the dim glow of the city skyline outside.
“I said I love you, idiot. Satisfied?” She shot back, her tone defiant, masking the vulnerability that surged within her like a tidal wave. She braced herself for rejection, for the walls she feared would slam shut around him, but the desperate need in her eyes betrayed her—exposed, raw, longing for his acceptance.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, reverberating against her back. In a swift, almost primal motion, he pushed into her again, his thick length stretching her wider, plunging deeper than before. She gasped as he filled her to the brim, her walls clenching around him in greedy spasms. The sudden invasion sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, her body arching as emotions swirled—love, fear, ecstasy—all tangled in a heated knot.
“Now, I want to hear you cry my name,” he growled, his breath hot against her neck. “Let everyone in Carminton hear what only I can do to your body—how I make your tight body weep for me.”
His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her soft skin like brands, marking her as his own. Then he began to pound into her with relentless strokes, each thrust hard and deep, his hips slamming against her backside with a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed through the room. Her sweet heat enveloped him like a vice, slick and swollen, every inch of him dragging against her sensitive walls, building a pressure that blurred her vision.
Her hands flew to the edges of the window, fingers splayed against the cool glass for support as her cheek pressed flat against it, the city lights below blurring into streaks of color. He owned her in the most exhilarating way, thrusting in and out with a savage force, his length spearing her core, hitting spots that sent stars exploding behind her eyelids. Emotions crashed over her—possessive love for this man who had shattered her defenses, regret for the time wasted resisting, and a wild joy that he was finally seeing her truth.
“Oh God, I love this,” she moaned, the words spilling from her lips unfiltered, her voice husky with need as her body rocked in rhythm with his, breasts bouncing, nipples grazing the air.
His pace quickened, hips angling just right, driving into her with pinpoint accuracy that targeted her deepest nerves. Each plunge sent jolts of fire through her clit, her g-spot swelling under the relentless assault, and she cried out his name, loud and broken, the sound carrying into the night.
“Ben, oh Ben!” she wailed, her voice echoing off the glass, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“Yes, baby, you feel so delicious,” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort to hold back, sweat trickling down his temple as he watched her unravel before him. “Your body’s sucking me in, so wet and hot, made just for me.”
Her cries mingled with breathless laughter, the absurdity of her joy amidst the chaos filling the room as he drove her insane, his relentless pounding turning her mind to mush. Laughter bubbled up through her moans, a release of the tension that had built for far too long—love confessed, body surrendered, heart laid bare.
“I am about to,” she screamed, the words tearing from her throat as the orgasm built like a freight train, coiling tighter in her belly, her thighs quivering with anticipation.
“Do it, milk me, baby,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, grinding deeper as her walls fluttered wildly around him.
Her body shook violently, her release crashing over her in waves that made her toes curl and her vision white out. She came hard, body convulsing, gushing around him in hot pulses, soaking them both as she screamed his name once more.
But he didn’t stop—oh no, he took her right through it, his length pistoning in and out, prolonging the ecstasy until it bordered on pain. Every nerve screamed from the overstimulation, her clit throbbed, hypersensitive, each brush of his pelvis sending aftershocks that made her sob with bliss.
Suddenly, he pulled out, the emptiness wrenching a soft whine from her lips. But before she could voice her protest, he spun her around, crashing his mouth onto hers in a kiss that devoured them both—tongues clashing, battling for dominance. Teeth nipped, claiming her breath as his own.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him, straddling his waist. In one powerful movement, he lifted her, slamming her back against the window as he buried himself deep inside her once more. The new angle stretched her even wider, his tip nudging her cervix, filling her so completely that she felt split open, utterly owned.
The kiss intensified, messy and urgent, their tongues entwining in a wet dance that mirrored the frenzy below. His thrusts became wild, hips snapping up with brutal force, his grip on her waist impossibly tight, bruising in the best way, pinning her against the glass as he claimed her.
Ben didn’t do gentle; he was all rough edges, pounding into her body with raw power, the way he craved it, the way she needed it—to feel every inch of his dominance, his possession washing away her fears.
Overstimulation consumed them both, the world fading into nothing but this—his length dragging through her soaked folds, her nails raking down his shoulders, emotions boiling over in a haze of lust and love.
They were no longer anchored in the present; time dissolved into the slap of skin, the squelch of her arousal, their shared breaths ragged and desperate. Her hands cupped his jaw, pulling him deeper into the kiss, tasting salt and need on his lips, while his fingers gripped her, spreading her wider for his relentless drives, hitting her sweetest spot over and over until fresh tears pricked her eyes.
Whatever Ben had promised that night—three insane orgasms, fucking her to sleep—he delivered with a vengeance. He kept going, his hips pistoning without mercy, drawing out her cries for more, her pleas turning to whimpers as her body trembled on the edge once again.
He was a wild lover, unhinged and obsessive, pouring his hidden feelings into every thrust, every growl against her skin. And she? She was the woman who never dreamed she’d find her match in this storm of a man, someone who mirrored her fire, her darkness, her unyielding passion.
In that moment, they were perfect for each other—two broken souls merging in the heat of their connection. She felt it deep in her bones, sensed it in the way her heart synced with his rhythm.
“Yes, I will marry you,” she gasped out, her final answer a vow sealed in ecstasy, just before the world spun away and exhaustion claimed her. Her body went limp in his arms, utterly spent and cherished, drifting into a blissful oblivion.
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