Page 76 of Reluctant Bride

“Don’t be embarrassed. Be honest.” He drops lower, mouth finding my clit, tongue dragging torturously against me before he pulls back just far enough to speak, his breath hot against slick skin. “You’ve been saying my name into an empty room for years. Tonight you get to say it into a full one.”

“Dawson.”

“From now on,” he demands, “you use my name every single time. Mine. I want to hear it, Sage. Every time you come, for the rest of your life, I want my name in your mouth.”

“That’s a lot of confidence from a man who hasn’t even gotten inside me yet.”

“Give me thirty seconds.”

He doesn’t need thirty. He needs about ten, his fingers finding me already soaked, and I arch off the cushions at the first drag of them, biting down on a sound that isn’t his name yet, just to see if he’ll call me on it.

He does. “Try again.”

“Dawson.” I say it on a gasp this time, no fight left in it. “God, Dawson.”

“Better.” His mouth closes over my nipple, tongue circling once before he sucks, hard enough that my hips buck up chasing friction he isn’t giving me. “You’re going to earn every filthy thing I want to do to you tonight by saying that word like you mean it.”

“I always mean it.”

“Then prove it.” He drags two fingers through my slick heat and pushes them in, curling until I’m gasping his name against his throat, no room left in my body for anything else. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.”

“I’ve had a lot of feelings tonight, Dawson.”

“I noticed.” His thumb finds my clit and circles once, lazy and wicked at once. “I’m about to give you a lot more of them.”

I push against his chest and he lets me, barking out a laugh when I shove him back into the cushions and climb over him instead.

“My turn to decide something tonight,” I say, sinking down onto him in one long slide that pulls a groan out of both of us.

“By all means.” His fingers dig into my hips, gripping hard, letting me set the pace and not fighting it once. “Take whatever you want, Sage. I’m not going anywhere.”

I ride him how I want to, hard and fast and completely on my own terms, his molars clenched, his eyes locked on mine like he’s never once seen anything he wanted more.

“Look at you,” he says, voice gone rough. “Taking what you want off me like you’ve got somewhere to be. I could watch this for an hour.”

“Please don’t. I don’t have an hour.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” His hips buck up to meet me, driving deep, and I lose the rhythm for a second, and he takes it from me without asking, flipping us in one motion, hauling my hips up until I’m braced on my knees and forearms, driving into me from behind hard enough to tear a sound out of me I don’t recognize.

He sets a rhythm fast from the first thrust, one fist with my hair wound tight, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh God,” I gasp, and his hand reins in my hair, pulling my head back sharp like he’s riding me hard.

“Wrong name. Not God. Mine.” He punctuates mine with a brutal thrust that leaves me clamping down more.

“Dawson.” I correct myself on a moan, and he rewards me by driving deeper, a growl breaking loose from somewhere deep in him. “Fuck, Dawson, right there.”

“That’s it.” His voice has gone wrecked, all that careful discipline burned clean off. “Say it again.”

“Dawson.” I’m babbling it now, matching his rhythm with my hips. “I’m close. I’m so close, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until you scream it.” His thrusts go deeper, one hand sliding around to find my clit and circle it in time with every stroke. “Let me hear you scream when you come, Sage. I want the whole valley to know who’s doing this to you.”

“Dawson, please, I’m going to come, I’m⁠—”

It hits me like a wall coming down, his name ripping out of me on a scream I don’t try to muffle, my whole body convulsing around him hard enough that he curses, loud and primal, his rhythm stuttering before he drives in one more time and holds there, deep, groaning my name into my shoulder blade.

He stays there, both of us shaking, his chest against my back, his mouth pressed hot against my spine.