Page 146 of Untamed

I swallow, throat tight, but he keeps going, his voice a rasp, thick with something raw and unsteady. “I could watch you fall apart for me a thousand times and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

My heart stutters.

There’s something in the way he says it, like he’s not just talking about sex. Like he’s talking aboutme.About needing all of me, over and over, until I’m etched into every piece of him.

His forehead presses to mine, his breath ragged. I can feel the way he’s holding himself back, his muscles straining, his body trembling with restraint. He could take me now. He wants to. Every part of him screams for it.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he draws in a shuddering breath, his weight still balanced on his forearms, his lips brushing softly against my temple.

He’s ready to stop.

To protect me. To give me space.

But I don’t want space.

I wanthim.

My legs move before I can second-guess the impulse, slow, deliberate. I wrap them around his waist, locking him in place. I feel the exact moment his breath catches, feel the sharp tension that coils through his body as I press him flush against me. His cock nudges at my entrance, hard and unbearably warm, and I can’t help the way my body responds, arching, greedy, aching.

A deep, guttural sound breaks from his throat, half warning, half plea.

“Jordyn…”

My name is a growl on his tongue. Low and frayed. Like it’s costing him everything not to move.

Everything inside me clenches in longing. In absolute certainty.

I tilt my hips just enough to make him feel it, how ready I am. How much I need this. Needhim.

And I whisper, barely above the sound of our shared breath

“Don’t stop.”

His body goes rigid above me, every muscle tight, every breath jagged. He’s trying to pull back, to be the man who protects instead of takes. But I feel him. I feeleverything.

His chest heaves against mine. A muscle flickers in his neck, barely visible.

He’s trying to be good.

But I don’t wantgood. I wanthim, the real him. The man who kissed me like he was starving. The one who shattered in my hands. The one who makes me feel like I belong to something for the first time in my life.

“Jordyn… don’t. Don’t do that.”He grits the words out like they hurt. “If I move… if I give in now, I won’t stop.”

I wrap my legs tighter around him, hips rising with aching purpose, grinding myself slowly along the length of him. The sound he makes, deep, guttural, is pure devastation. His head drops, forehead brushing against mine like he’s begging for strength.

I don’t want him to be strong.

Not with me.

“Ti voglio dentro di me,” I whisper, my lips brushing his jaw.

I want you inside me.

His breath judders. His fingers fist the bed sheets. His entire bodyjerkslike the words physically broke something inside him. “Voglio te. Tutto di te.”

I want you. All of you.I add, my lips brushing his with every deliberate word. My Italian still isn’t great, but he seems to understand, because he lets out a growl.

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