Eleni
Dante surges up to meet my mouth, and within moments, he has to drop back against the pillows to catch his breath again.
“I’m sorry, pet.” He runs his hands up my sides. “I don’t quite have my stamina back.”
The siren song of old patterns calls, but I’m not the Eleni I was the last time he used that name for me. It still sends a shiver down my spine, but if we’re finding a new balance, maybe we don’t have to let habits dictate what comes next.
“That’s okay.” I nip at his earlobe, kiss down to the hollow of his throat. “I have enough stamina for the both of us.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me when I lean back. I know what he’s looking for. I stay silent.
“Sir?” he prompts.
“Sir just wiped out like a cartoon character walking in the front door.” I smile. “So why don’t you let me tak
