Page 205 of The Rules

The mighty Katherine Winters, reduced to incoherent pleas byhis mouth and hands. The power of it was intoxicating, making him growl against her flesh, the sound primal and possessive.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against her swollen, sensitive skin. His fingers never stopped their relentless assault, driving into her with purpose, with ownership.

"Come for me," he growled, voice rough with desire.

"Right now. Soak my fingers."

The command was absolute, brooking no argument.

He expected to be obeyed, and in this moment—with Kath writhing beneath him, desperate and wanting—he knew she would comply.

Ben watched as his command triggered something primal in her. Kath’s body went rigid for one suspended moment before she shattered completely, her release crashing through her with devastating force. Her cry echoed through the room—raw, unfiltered, almost desperate—as her back arched off the couch, her thighs clamping tight around his head.

He didn’t relent.

Not yet.

Instead, heheld her there—fingers thrusting deep, tongue unyielding—as her orgasm rippled through her in fierce, uncontrollable waves. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers with violent pulses, her body convulsing with pleasure he’d summoned and refused to let her escape from.

She was saying his name now, over and over, the sound fractured and pleading. Her hands gripped his hair, torn between pulling him closer or pushing him away as the intensity overwhelmed her.

Ben stayed with her through every second of it—every twitch, every cry, every stuttering breath.

Only when he felt her begin to loosen, the tension ebbing from her muscles, the pulsing around his fingers slowing to soft, fluttering aftershocks—only thendid he ease back.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately, dragging them against her oversensitive flesh one last time as her body trembled beneath him.

And even then, he didn’t take his eyes off her.

Ben rose to his feet with deliberate slowness, savoring the moment. He tugged his pants back into place, though they still hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp cut of muscle that disappeared beneath the fabric. He didn’t bother hiding his satisfaction—it radiated from him in the confident set of his shoulders, the lazy power in his movements, the gleam in his eyes that was more predator than man.

Without fanfare, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean—slow, unhurried, and practiced. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Her arousal coated his tongue, warm and familiar, and he didn’t waste a drop.

Katherine lay sprawled on the couch, shirt rumpled, thighs still trembling. Her hair was wild around her face, her skin flushed and marked, the aftershocks of pleasure written in every inch of her body.

And on the floor between them?

Her panties. Abandoned. Ruined. Exactly where he’d dropped them.

Ben turned away, allowing himself a private smile as he headed toward the bathroom. He’d let her recover—for now. Let her pretend she had time to catch her breath, to piece herself back together. It was adorable, really.

But him?

He wasn’t fine.

His cock throbbed against the thin cotton of his pajama pants, swollen and leaking, the fabric sticking wetly to the head with every step. He grit his teeth, jaw clenched tight, his fingers twitching at his sides like he was barely holding back fromgrabbing himself right then and there.

He could still feel her—on his fingers, on his tongue.

The way she’d gasped his name. The way her thighs had quivered around his head.

Fuck.

The second he hit the bathroom, he was going to lock the door, brace one hand on the wall, and jerk himself so hard it hurt.Not slow. Not teasing. No finesse. He wanted itrough.Messy.He wanted to fist his cock and stroke it until his arm ached, until his legs shook, until he couldbarely breathe.

He needed it. Needed to feel that tight, brutal pull— The kind where his muscles locked up and his vision blurred, where he came with a groan that sounded like pain, where his cum splattered the sink and he had to gasp for air like he was drowning.