“Tell me properly.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I grip his shoulders as he strokes the spot that makes my thighs shake. “I want to feel you so deeply I can’t think about you leaving.”
A fresh wave of tears burns behind my eyes at the admission.
His mouth covers mine.
Dominic works his fingers harder, stretching me until my body is slick and open for him. I’m close enough that pleasure tightens through my stomach when he pulls his hand away.
He settles between my thighs and grips the base of his cock. The broad head presses against my entrance.
He stops there. “Last chance.”
“I want you.”
“And you understand the risk?”
“Yes. I’m choosing it.” I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him closer. “Please, Dominic.”
He pushes inside me.
The stretch steals my breath. He enters me slowly, watching my face as I take every thick inch of him. When his hips meet mine, I hold him there with my legs and feel the hard beat of his pulse inside me.
For several seconds, neither of us moves.
I asked for him because I wanted him, knowing what it might create and what it can’t repair.
Dominic draws back and thrusts deep.
I cry out.
He does it again, harder this time. The bed shifts beneath us as his control shatters. I cling to his shoulders while he fucks me with the same desperate need tearing through my body.
“Look at me,” he says, his voice rough.
I force my eyes open.
His face is inches from mine. The careful control he carries into every room is gone, leaving desire and pain so exposed that I want to look away.
His hand tightens on my hip. “Stay with me.”
“I’m here.”
“Then don’t hide.”
I slide my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to mine.
He kisses me while driving into me harder. The sharp slap of our bodies fills the bedroom, mixed with my cries and the rough sounds he makes against my lips.
“Don’t leave,” I beg, the words muffled against his skin.
His rhythm falters. “Elena.”
“Stay right now.”
“I’m here right now.”
The added words hurt because I understand exactly what he is promising and what he isn’t.