Page 203 of The Rules

She withdrew her fingers, soaked with arousal, and he let out a breath through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to pounce.

“Smear it on your clit. Slowly. Don’t rush it. Let yourself feel everything I’m doing to you—without laying a fucking hand on you.”

A sharp groan rumbled in his chest as she obeyed, her fingers slick and shaking. "That’s it," he growled, heat pouring into every syllable. “Rub it in. Slow. Let it burn, sweetheart. Let it take you under.”

Her movements became more deliberate, more controlled despite the trembling of her thighs. Each circle of her fingerspulled a soft sound from her lips—breathy moans and stuttering whimpers that tested the edge of his restraint.

Ben couldn't fucking take it anymore. The sight of her—flushed and needy, stroking herself at his command—shattered the last fraying thread of control he’d been clinging to.

He stepped forward, movements smooth but predatory, gaze locked on her like prey he was finally ready to claim.

He dropped to his knees between her thighs, slow and assured. His stare didn’t waver. It devoured her. The look she gave him—open, ruined, trembling and defiant all at once—set him ablaze.

"Spread wider," he growled, voice thick and gritty, desire barely leashed. "Let me see all of you."

She obeyed, legs falling open in offering. Her fingers still moved beneath the black lace, drawing slick sounds that made his cock throb.

"Touch your tits," he ordered, voice dark silk wrapped around steel. "I want to see your fingers on those perfect fucking nipples. Now."

Her hand lifted, moved to her chest. She pinched and rolled herself beneath the fabric, and the sound she made—high, helpless—punched through him like heat.

"Mmm, yeah. That’s it," he murmured, voice ragged with approval. "So fucking perfect for me. Keep going."

The way she whimpered—how eager she was to obey—ignited something dangerous in him. His voice dipped, molten and hungry. "You like it when I watch, don’t you? When I make you do it just the way I want."

She whimpered and obeyed.

And Ben moved—closer, darker, ready to claim what was already his.

Slow. Intentional.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and this time, he didn’t just pull them aside—he slid them down herthighs, past her knees, until the lace hit the floor. She stepped out of them without hesitation.

Now she was completely bare to him.

And this time—he could really see her.

The last time he’d had his mouth between her thighs, the room had been cloaked in shadows, in secrecy. Just sensation and heat and the sound of her falling apart under him. He hadn’t been able to look—not like this.

Now the morning light spilled across her body, soft but merciless. Andfuck,she was even more beautiful than his imagination had dared to fill in.

She stood there, flushed and open, her legs parting just enough to grant him the full view.

Swollen. Slick. Glinting with arousal. Her folds flushed dark with need, glistening where her wetness coated every inch of her. And nestled above all that slick, aching heat—a soft patch of neatly trimmed curls that framed her just right, the kind of detail that made something primal growl to life inside his chest.

She clenched again—tight, involuntary—like her body was already missing the weight of his mouth.

Ben's teeth ground together. His cock ached with brutal insistence.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice rough with awe and heat. “Look at this mess.”

He leans closer, eyes locked on her center like a man starving.

“You’re dripping for me.”

The reverence in his voice was filthier than anything else he could’ve said.

He couldn't just watch anymore—he needed to feel her, taste her, claim her.