Chapter 201

Chapter 201
Elena

"I know," I whispered. "I've always known."

He kissed me again, slower, and I felt him trembling as his hands moved to the buttons of my blouse. When he fumbled with the third one, I covered his hands with mine.

"Let me," I said softly, and undid them myself, watching his face as I revealed skin inch by inch. His eyes darkened with every button, his breathing getting less controlled, and by the time I shrugged the blouse off, he looked barely held together.

"Elena," he said, my name like a prayer.

I reached for his tie, loosened it, started on his shirt buttons. When I got to his belt, his hand caught mine.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Instead of answering, I undid his belt and slid my hand inside his trousers, wrapping my fingers around him.

He made a choked sound and his hips jerked forward. "Christ."

"I'm sure," I said, and stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse in my hand.

His control shattered. He pushed me back onto the bed, his hands making quick work of my skirt and underwear. When he settled between my thighs, I could feel him hot and hard against me.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice barely recognizable.

"You," I said. "Inside me. Now."

He groaned and positioned himself, and I felt him start to push in. The stretch was intense, almost too much, and I must have made a sound because he froze.

"Okay?" he managed.

"Yes," I breathed. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He pushed in slowly, carefully, watching my face. When he was fully seated, we both went still, overwhelmed.

"You feel incredible," he said, his voice shaking. "So tight. So perfect."

He started to move, slow and controlled at first, but I didn't want careful. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

"Harder," I said. "I won't break."

"Elena—"

"Harder," I repeated, and deliberately clenched around him.

His control broke. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, and I cried out at the sensation. He set a punishing pace, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, and I loved it.

"Say my name," he demanded, his voice rough.

"Étienne," I gasped, and then, without thinking, "Daddy."

He froze for a split second. Then he made a sound low in his throat—something primal—and his movements became almost brutal.

"Say it again," he growled.

"Daddy," I moaned, and felt him pulse inside me. "Please, Daddy, I need—"

"I know what you need," he said, and slid a hand between us, finding my clit. "Come for me. I want to feel you come on my cock."

The combination of his words and his fingers sent me over the edge. I came hard, my body clenching around him, and I felt him follow seconds later, his whole body going rigid as he emptied himself inside me.

We lay tangled together for a long time, both breathing hard. Eventually he pulled out carefully and rolled onto his side, pulling me with him.

"You okay?" he asked softly, brushing sweaty hair back from my face.

"Perfect," I said, and meant it. "You?"

"Terrified," he admitted. "And happier than I've ever been. And completely in love with you."

I smiled, kissing his jaw. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."

His eyes darkened again. "Is that right?"

I slid my hand down his body, finding him already starting to harden again. "You promised me you'd go until I said stop."

"I did," he agreed, his breath hitching as I stroked him.

"I'm not saying stop."

"Christ," he breathed. "You're going to kill me."

"Probably," I agreed, and pushed him onto his back, straddling him. "But what a way to go."

I sank down onto him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure. This time I set the pace, riding him hard and fast, chasing my own pleasure. His hands found my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I gasped.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Take what you need. Use me."

The words sent a thrill through me. I moved faster, grinding down on him, and when I came this time it was even more intense. I felt him grip my hips and thrust up hard, once, twice, and then he was coming too, his face twisted in ecstasy.

I collapsed on top of him, both of us slick with sweat. His arms came around me, holding me close.

"I love you," I mumbled against his chest.

"I love you too," he said, pressing a kiss to my hair. "My perfect girl."

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Later—much later—I lay in the bathtub while he sat on the edge, watching me. The water was warm and my whole body ached in the best way. I could see the marks we'd left on each other—his teeth on my wrist, my nails down his back, fingerprint bruises on my hips.

"I should have been gentler," he said, eyes on the mark on my wrist.

"I liked it," I said honestly. "I want to feel you tomorrow. Want to remember."

His eyes darkened. "You're going to be sore."

"Good," I said, and watched him struggle with that.

"We should sleep," he said, but he didn't move.

"Or," I said, sitting up so water sloshed over the edge, "you could join me."

"Elena—"

"Please, Daddy," I said, deliberately using the word that made him lose control.

He groaned. "You're insatiable."

"Only with you," I said, and held out my hand.

He stripped quickly and climbed into the tub behind me, pulling me back against his chest. I could feel him hard against my back.

"See?" I said. "You want it too."

"I always want you," he admitted, his hand sliding down my stomach. "I can't get enough of you."

His fingers found me, still sensitive, and I gasped. "Again?"

"Again," he confirmed, and slid two fingers inside me. "I'm going to make you come until you can't remember your own name."

He was true to his word. By the time we made it back to bed, I was boneless and exhausted, marked inside and out.

"Daddy," I mumbled as he pulled me against his chest.

He went rigid. "Don't."

"Why not?"

"Because I like it too much," he admitted. "And if you keep calling me that, I won't let you rest."

I smiled against his chest and said it again, softer. "Daddy."

He made a sound half-laugh, half-groan. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Sleep," he commanded gently, kissing my forehead. "Goodnight, my little devil."

I wanted to stay awake, to savor this, but exhaustion pulled me under. The last thing I felt was his hand in my hair, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, and the certainty that this was exactly where I was meant to be.

The end.