Page 147 of Untamed

“Cristo, Bambina?—”

I lift my hips again, desperate now, my body open and trembling beneath him.

“You think it’s what you want right now, but you’ll regret it.”His voice is rough, like it hurts him to say it. Like he’s trying to give me one last out.

But I don’t want out.

I shake my head; my eyes locked on his. My voice is barely a breath, but it carries everything I feel.

“I’ll regret it if I don’t.”I reach up, brushing my fingertips over his cheek. “I know what I’m asking… and I know I wantyou.”

His eyes flare, dark, intense, burning with something wild and unspoken. It hits me like a current, stealing the air from my lungs. Ares presses his forehead to mine, his voice low and trembling. “Are you absolutely certain, Jordyn?” he whispers, as his nose brushes against mine, a gentle sweep that feels like a question and a prayer all at once.

“More than I have ever been,” I whisper.

And then,finally, he breaks.

His lips brush mine again, softly before he pulls back just far enough to see me, his hand cupping my face like I’m something breakable.

“Bambina…” he says, his voice low, steady, and raw. “It’s going to hurt. I’ll be as gentle as I can, but, if it’s too much, if you change your mind… you tell me, and I stop.”

I nod, my heart thundering in my chest. “Okay.”

But he shakes his head, his eyes locked on mine. “No. I need to hear it.”

I hold his gaze, completely open, breathless but grounded. “If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you. I promise.”

Ares exhales slowly, something in him releasing and I feel him visibly relax, not completely, but enough. Then he leans down and brushes a tender kiss to my lips before reaching with one hand to the drawer beside the bed and pulls out a small foil packet, and I swallow a gasp, from the sudden, quiet intimacy of it.

Ares tears it open with his teeth, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’m not risking anything when it comes to you,” he murmurs, his voice a warm, low caress that sends shivers up my spine.

Engulfed in the heat of the moment, I realise that protection had slipped my mind entirely, but once again, his attention to detail tames the chaos warring in me. I watch, my heart racing, as he rolls it on, his movements practised, but unhurried. I don’t know why, but there’s an unexpected beauty in the ritual, a silent acknowledgement of care and respect, that transforms the simple act into something so attractive.

And then he settles between my thighs again, his hand returning to my cheek.

His body lowers onto mine, warm and solid, every inch of him pressed to me as his hand skims the curve of my hip, then down between my thighs.

He touches me gently at first, coaxing my legs wider, drawing soft sounds from my lips as he explores me, patient, thorough, regardful. When he finally presses himself up against my entrance, I feel the thick pressure of him, hot and demanding.

But still, he pauses.

His eyes search mine again, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Breathe, bambina. Keep your eyes on mine.” I nod mutely. “Are you ready?”

I nod again, and this time, he moves.

Slow, careful and controlled despite the hunger roaring in his dark eyes.

There’s a sharp sting that steals the breath right out of my lungs. It’s uncomfortable, but not too painful that it’s unbearable. It’s pressure and stretch and the dizzying, overwhelming feeling of being completelyfilled.

Ares groans and buries his face against my neck as he sinks deeper into me, inch by delicious inch. “You’re so tight, Jordyn…fuck.”

He stills once he’s fully inside me, holding himself there to give me time to adjust to his size. His lips find my temple. “Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?”

I breathe through it, adjusting to the feeling of him, ofus. I nod, threading my fingers through his hair.

“It’s a lot,” I whisper. “But I don’t want you to stop.”

And that’s all he needs.

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