Page 201 of Say My Name

A laugh breaks from me.

“I’m serious,” she says. “I spent months pretending the things I wanted from you were practical benefits. I want the life that comes with you, Dominic.”

My hand tightens against her hip. She spent months making me feel useful. Now she’s telling me I’m necessary.

“I need you,” she says, her eyes holding mine. “And I’m done acting like that makes me weak.”

I start to pull her closer, but Elena braces a palm against my chest and keeps me where she wants me.

“I’m still in charge,” she says.

“I noticed.”

Her mouth curves. “Are you complaining?”

“I’m trying not to come before you let me inside you.”

Her smile fades. She looks down at my cock, then wraps her hand around it.

“I want you inside me.”

“Then take me.”

She rises onto her knees and guides me to her entrance. I hold her hips, but I don’t pull. This is hers—the pace, the angle, the moment she decides she’s ready.

Elena lowers herself over me one careful inch at a time. Her body takes me, hot and tight, until she’s seated fully in my lap.

For a second, neither of us moves.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Better than okay.” She takes my hand from her hip and places it over her stomach again. “You can be happy and scared.”

“I’m both.”

“Me too.” Her fingers lace through mine. “Now distract me.”

She lifts and sinks onto me again.

A curse tears out of me. Elena does it a second time, watching my face while she learns exactly how much control she has.

All of it.

“No agreement,” I say, my voice already rough. “No schedule. No ovulation window. You’re riding my cock because you chose me.”

“Yes.”

She rolls her hips, taking me deeper, and my head hits the headboard.

“Fuck, Elena.” I drag my hands up her sides, stopping where she placed them. “You came back, climbed on top of me, and told me you want my whole life. You have no idea what that does to me.”

“I think I’m figuring it out.”

Her rhythm builds. My hips lift once on instinct, and I force them back to the mattress. The muscles in my thighs shake with the effort to let her keep every inch of control.

Elena takes my right hand and slides it between us.

“Here,” she says.