Page 37 of Savage Seduction (Finding His Forever #2)
CHAPTER 37
Max
M onths have now passed and the soft glow of candlelight flickers across our table, casting gentle shadows that dance in the corners of Ben’s smiling eyes. We’re tucked away in the corner of a quaint Italian restaurant, one that’s become our little sanctuary on the nights we celebrate us . Tonight, marks four months since the chaos that nearly tore us apart and nearly ended our lives. Four months of healing, of growing together in ways neither of us anticipated.
“I can’t believe it’s been four months,” I murmur, squeezing Ben’s hand across the table. His skin is warm against mine, a comforting anchor in the soft din of dinner chatter around us.
“Me neither,” Ben replies, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand. “Feels like a lifetime of memories with you have passed, but I’m grateful for every moment that has brought us here.”
His words stir something deep within me, a well of emotions that’s been steadily filling with each day we spend together. I lean forward, unable to resist the pull of his presence, and our lips meet in a tender kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. The taste of wine on his lips mixes with the warmth of his mouth, sending a thrill through my veins.
We break away with a soft laugh, our foreheads resting against each other as we catch our breath. “I think we should celebrate properly tonight,” I whisper, my voice low enough only for him to hear.
A mischievous glint lights up Ben’s eyes. “I like the sound of that.” His gaze is intoxicating, pulling me in deeper. The rest of the world falls away as we sit there, connected by something far stronger than the chaos that once threatened to pull us apart.
Dinner passes in a blur of shared dishes and laughter. Every touch, every glance we exchange, stokes the growing flame between us. By the time we leave the restaurant, the cool night air does nothing to quell the heat coursing through my body or the fully hard cock between my legs.
The drive back to Ben’s house is quick, the streets almost deserted as the city settles into the night. My hand finds his on the center console, our fingers intertwining naturally. When we arrive, the urgency between us is palpable, a magnetic force that pulls us from the car and into his home without a word. My heart is beating so fast I can barely catch my breath.
Inside, our hands are on each other immediately, shedding coats and keys forgotten as we make our way to the living room. Ben kicks the door closed behind us as his lips find mine again, more insistent this time. The kiss deepens, our bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. His hands roam my back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
We move together towards the bedroom, a trail of soft kisses and whispered promises marking our path. The world shrinks to the size of the room, to the bed that awaits us, to the sound of our hearts beating in sync. Naked, our cocks bob up and down, hitting our bellies each time we take a frantic step deeper into the room.
The moment we fall onto the bed, everything intensifies. Our kisses grow more passionate, more desperate, as if we could consume the love we feel in this single night. Yet, there’s a tenderness to every touch, a reverence in the way Ben looks at me that makes my heart, and other parts, swell to the point of aching. My hands knead Ben’s muscular shoulders, his hands pulling hard against my butt. Our bodies are now like one, moving in time, each one leading and each one following, perfectly.
“I love you,” I breathe against his lips, the words spilling out with a sincerity that shakes me to my core.
“And I love you,” Ben responds, his voice thick with emotion. “More than I ever thought possible.”
Our lovemaking is a dance, a slow build of rhythms and sensations that weave together into a tapestry of passion and intimacy. It’s about more than pleasure; it’s about connection, about finding solace in each other’s arms, about healing wounds old and new.
I guide him to the entrance of me, allowing my entirety to open up to him, as he slowly begins pumping deeply inside. The look of pleasure on his face as we look into each other’s eyes brings tears to my eyes and I nearly come simply knowing how much pleasure I’m giving him.
Afterward, we lie entangled, the sheets a mummy-like mess around us, our breathing still uneven. I trace patterns on Ben’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my fingers. Slowly, I run the tip of each of his nipples, sending an involuntary shiver through him and a smile.
“This,” Ben says, his voice a soft rumble under my ear, “is where I want to be. With you, always. ”
“Me too,” I whisper back, a smile spreading across my face. “Right here, with you.”
In the quiet that follows, filled only with our soft breaths and the distant sounds of the city, I feel a peace settle over me. With Ben, I’ve found not just a lover but a partner, someone to share both the darkness and the light. And as we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, I know we are ready to face whatever comes next, together.