Page 214 of Say My Name

He follows my gaze.

“You wanted to watch.”

“Yes.”

Dominic sits up and catches my mouth in a hungry kiss. His arms lock around me, and he turns us before I understand what he intends.

He eases out of me and guides me onto my hands and knees near the foot of the bed, facing the mirror.

“Still want this?” he asks.

I meet his eyes in the reflection. “I asked for it.”

“Ask again.”

I spread my knees wider, the fear I’d felt earlier replaced by a sharp, possessive need. “Fuck me, Dominic. I want to watch you lose control.”

His hand moves over my spine and settles on my hip. The other slides around my waist until his palm covers my stomach.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice thick with devotion. “Brilliant, brave, carrying our baby, and still asking me to fuck you harder.”

The head of his cock presses against my entrance.

“Please.”

“Then take every fucking inch.”

He pushes inside me in one deep stroke.

I watch my own mouth open in the mirror. Dominic holds still, his jaw tight while my body adjusts around him.

“Tell me.”

Every muscle in my body is clenched around him, waiting. “Move.”

He draws back and thrusts into me again. The angle is deeper, filling me so completely that my arms shake.

Dominic begins with the control he promised, each stroke deliberate while he watches my face. I push back to meet him and demand more with every movement.

“Harder.”

His eyes darken. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I want all of you.”

He gives it to me.

His hips drive forward with enough force to shift me across the bedding. Pleasure builds fast, sharpened by the mirror and every low sound that escapes him.

“Watch,” he orders. “Watch how fucking beautiful you are taking me.”

I hold his gaze in the glass as he fucks me. One hand remains possessively over my stomach while the other reaches between my thighs and circles my clit.

“You’re mine,” he says. “Because you chose me.”

“And you’re mine.”

“Say my name.”