Benson
Benson 211

Chapter 211 Burning Desire

Yvonne slightly raised her chin, meeting Benson’s gaze with determination.

Benson’s eyes were cool and indifferent, with a hint of an almost imperceptible smile.

To Yvonne, however, his gaze felt incredibly sharp, as if it could penetrate every corner of her soul.

“I’m not crazy, I’m curio Curious about your first love, your first kiss, even your first… night.”

Benson’s voice was calm, but each word struck Yvonne’s heart like a heavy hammer.

His posture was relaxed, yet Yvonne felt an invisible pressure, as if he were a predator lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.

Yvonne knew Benson was not the kind of man with special obsessions.

She was beautiful and had a good personality, naturally attracting suitors during her college years.

Love and intimacy were natural parts of her life.

Her body belonged to herself, as long as she was responsible for herself and didn’t hurt anyone.

No one could blame her, not even her husband.

Benson’s sudden questions about such private matters were entirely due to her unusual reaction to

Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Yvonne didn’t want to dwell on the topic.

“It’s none of your business; it’s not you anyway,” she said, her tone laced with impatience and defensiveness.

Olivia.

She turned away from Benson and sat at the dining table. She had little appetite to begin with, and now she felt even more uncomfortable.

Benson gently encircled her from behind. Despite the chair between them, Yvonne could clearly feel the heat radiating from his body.

This intimate yet oppressive feeling made her heart race. She couldn’t discern Benson’s true intentions behind his actions.

But undeniably, it left her feeling more anxious and confused.

“You wish it were me?” he whispered in her ear.

Yvonne gripped the fork tightly. “Benson, you’re insane!”

Benson noticed her body tensing, and the slight blush on her neck exuded an innocent allure.

She was already 27, no longer fitting the image of innocence.

Yet, paradoxically, she embodied both mature allure and youthful shyness.

“What are you feeling guilty about?” he asked.

Yvonne’s thoughts were already in disarray, and his blunt words made it wors

She wasn’t as shameless as he was; she couldn’t discuss such things openly.

She forced herself to calm down, but it was impossible

Avoiding the issue wouldn’t solve anything; she decided to face it head–on.

e stood

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up, facing him. “What about you? Talking about Olivia and my first love, what do you want?”

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Yvonne trusted that Olivia wouldn’t break so cnally and expose the truth.

If Benson truly knew, he wouldn’t be probing now.

Benson looked at her, her beautiful face and bright, intelligent eyes.

Despite being at a disadvantage, she managed to hold her ground.

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He knew he wouldn’t get the answers he wanted by asking further.

She turned away, and he leaned forward, pressing his hands on the table, continuing to engage with her.

“I’m jealous. Naturally, I wish I were your first man,” Benson said, reaching to touch her lips.

Their kiss in the parking lot had been intense, leaving her lips slightly swollen and even more enticing.

Yvonne felt a bit relieved and brushed his hand away. “Eat by yourself.”

He didn’t let her go. “Yvonne, you’re making my heart race, you know?”

Yvonne gritted her teeth. “Benson, you’re…”

He covered her mouth, not wanting to hear anything that would ruin the moment.

The atmosphere was perfect, and he wasn’t lying.

During his absence in Mexico, he had missed her intensely. The moment he saw her again, a tingling sensation ran up his spine.

Now, the feeling was even more pronounced.

He picked her up and carried her upstairs.

“Benson, put me down. You’re being irrational again, aren’t you? I knew it; you couldn’t keep it up for long.”

She pounded his shoulders.

Sleeping in separate rooms or pretending to respect her were all part of his strategy.

Having failed to achieve his goal, he dropped the pretense and went all out.

Back in the master bedroom, a place he had slept in for years, nothing had changed.

But after sleeping alone for less than a month, the room was filled with her presence–the aroma from the diffuser and the book by the bedside.

The bed linens were soft and comforting. He threw her onto the bed, her breath rapid, trying to crawl away.

Benson, unbuttoning his cuffs, grabbed her ankle and pulled her close.

“I’m not being irrational; I want to please you.”

“Get lost, you hypocrite,” Yvonne snapped, reaching to push him away.

He laughed, the same old routine, pinning her arms behind her back.

Kneeling on the bed, he kissed her. His dominant posture contrasted with his gentle kisses.

Their lips pressed together, quickly becoming heated and passionate.

He deliberately licked the mole on her nose, complementing her alluring eyes, making her irresistibly attractive.

Benson’s Adam’s apple bobbed, completely captivated by her.

“For so long. I’ve wanted you. I can’t control myself. If you say you don’t want this, you’re lying.”

His fingers intertwined with hers, trapping her in his embrace, her hair cascading down.

His intense desire for her was unmatched by any other woman.

“You have needs to “he said, tempting her with his words while undressing her shirt.

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“Yvonne, I’m good at this… didn’t you enjoy it before?”

“Bastard, ah…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence as he kissed her deeply.

How did he know what Bella said to her?

She hadn’t expected such a close friendship with Andrew to lead to this level of intimacy.

But the brief speculation in her mind quickly dissipated under his advances.

Women, after all, have physical needs.

Especially when it comes to a handsome and exceptionally seductive man.

Benson, with his tense jawline and prominent Adam’s apple as he kissed her, was particularly enticing.

He knew her body well, easily knowing how to entice her.

After such a long time apart, combined with his planning, this time was more satisfying than ever.

In the end, they lay together, sweaty and intertwined.

Yvonne felt a bit disheveled, having been so determined to divorce and distance herself from him.

But ultimately, she couldn’t resist the pleasure and joy her body experienced.

Benson held her waist, kissing her sweat–drenched neck and shoulders, being very affectionate.

She wanted to take a shower, but he didn’t let go, firmly keeping her close.

He loved the passionate and extreme entanglement, and even more so, the tender moments afterward. “Don’t take the pill anymore. If we have a baby, let’s keep it, okay?” he said, having been reckless just now. Yvonne remained silent, unsure of what to say.

Despite her strong resolve to divorce and separate from him completely.

But she couldn’t deny how tightly she had clung to him, losing herself in their passion.

She didn’t like this side of herself, even hated it.

“In Mexico, I only saw Olivia once. I didn’t come back because I was busy with other things. Seeing her this time made me happy…. because you were on my mind the whole time, more than ever before…”