Page 245 of Say My Name

I do it again.

“Six-thirty,” she says breathlessly.

Another hard stroke.

“Maybe seven.”

My laugh against her neck earns me a bite on the shoulder.

“Careful.”

“Make me.”

My restraint snaps.

I release her wrists long enough to pull one leg higher against my side. The change lets me drive deeper, and Elena grips the headboard above her.

“Dominic.”

She’s flushed beneath me, taking exactly what she asked for. The trust in her eyes as I hold her hips is everything.

“You're so fucking beautiful.”

Her eyes close.

I catch her chin. “Look at me.”

She does.

“Tell me who you want.”

“You.”

“My name, Elena.” I need to hear it, to erase every last trace of the man who came before me.

Her body tightens around my cock.

I slow, drawing each thrust out until impatience flashes across her face.

“Dominic.”

“Again.”

She reaches for me, sliding one hand around the back of my neck. “Dominic, please.” The sound is a victory. The woman who built a fortress of contracts and justifications is begging me for this.

I kiss her hard and set the pace she needs. Her nails scrape down my back, the sting pushing me closer.

“Come with me,” she whispers.

I press my forehead to hers. “I'm close.”

She covers my fingers with hers over her clit and holds us to the rhythm that makes her thighs shake.

“I love you,” she says.

My next thrust loses its rhythm.

She has said those words in a hospital room, in our kitchen, half-asleep in bed, and once while furious because I moved her charger. I still need to hear them every time.