Page 116 of Untamed

I close the distance until my lips are a breath from his, our foreheads nearly touching. My voice is steady, but it cuts through the silence like a blade.

“Dimmi che mi vuoi scopare,” I moan breathily. The air between us pulses, heavy and electric, after I say it. I don’t even know if I said that right, until I feel his breath hitching in his throat. Something feral and dark flashes in his eyes. He leans in close, forehead nearly touching mine, his mouth a breath from my lips, voice thick and wrecked.

“No, bambina...” His hand curls around the back of my neck, rough and sure. “Io non voglio solo scoparti.”

I don’t just want to fuck you.

He pauses, eyes locked on mine like he’s bearing something brutal and holy.

“Voglio consumarti. Ogni. Fottuto. Centimetro.”

I want to consume you. Every. Fucking. Inch.

The sound that leaves me isn’t a gasp, it’s a surrender.

A quiet, broken curse tears from his lips. “Fanculo…” And then his mouth lowers to mine. Slow and tentative at first. A question I answer with my breath, my stillness, my conviction.

Our lips brush, but barely. Just a whisper of contact.

And I exhale, my eyes falling closed.

Then he kisses me, fully. Like a man who has been holding back for far too long.

My fingers curl at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. His hands slide down, palms grazing over my waist, my hips, untilthey settle on the curve of my ass. The silk of my nightdress moves between us like water, but I barely feel it.All I feel is him.

Ares kisses like he’s starved. Like I’m the only thing tethering him to this world, and I melt into it.

I moan softly into his mouth, caught off guard by the way it flows through me. Need, surrender and everything I’ve been holding back. Ares grips me harder, deepening the kiss with slow, aching hunger. His tongue slides against mine, patient and devastating.

There’s nothing rushed about it.

Just this slow, consuming ache that builds and builds with every breath we share, every inch of contact.

I press into him, my body melding to his like I was always meant to fit here, against him,withhim. The heat of him seeps through the thin barrier of satin between us, and it makes my knees weak. Causes my thoughts to scatter like ash.

He pulls away first, just far enough to rest his forehead against mine. His breath comes hard and ragged, his hands tighten on my hips like he needs to hold on or he’ll lose himself completely.

“If we do this…” he whispers, voice fraying, “If we cross this line, there will be no going back, bambina, so you better be sure.”

I’m breathless. My mind is swirling in a lustful daze.

Still, I look him in the eye and say nothing, because Idon’twant him to stop.

His gaze searches mine, dark and desperate, like he needs to hear it.

Needs me tosay it.

“Speak, bambina, tell me you want this,” he breathes. “That you really want me.”

And I do. I wanthim.All of him.

I don’t flinch, I don’t pretend, I just say it.

“I do, Ares, I want you.” His thumb drags slowly along the edge of my jaw, a touch so gentle it makes everything inside me ache. His gaze stays locked on mine, dark, unreadable, all-consuming.“I wantallof you.”

There’s no smug smirk. No tease. Just raw heat and desire.

With a final nod he leans in, close enough that his breath ghosts against my lips. And when he speaks, his voice is low,nota growl, but guttural.

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