Page 150 of Untamed

“Hey.” I cut her off, voice low but firm. I set the cloth down and lift her chin, so she’ll look at me. Her eyes are glassy, embarrassed, overwhelmed.

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologise.”

Her brows pinch. “But your bed?—”

I shake my head. “I don’t give a fuck about the bed or sheets, Jordyn.”

I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. My hand is still cradling her jaw, steadying her.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” I murmur. “Bambina, I’ve bled on worse. Trust me. This? This I’d mark a thousand times over if it meant I got to have you again.”

She draws in a slow breath and blinks fast, and I can feel her trying not to cry. I kiss her, soft and slow, until the tension melts out of her body again. Until her hand curls around my wrist and she nods, just once.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I pull back slightly, a small smile tugging at my mouth.

“Maybe I’ll frame it. Hang it on the wall so everyone knows who you belong to.”

That gets the tiniest laugh out of her, barely more than a breath, but it’s real. Soft and sweet and mine.

And fuck, I’d bleed for that sound.

I brush a thumb across her cheek and murmur, quieter now, “This bed? It’s not mine anymore.” I tilt my forehead to hers. “It’s yours. It’s ours.”

She lets out a breath, half laugh, half sigh, and tilts her head just enough to look up at me through her lashes.

“So, what you're saying is... I’ve officially claimed the most comfortable mattress in Sicily?”

My mouth twitches. “Really? That’s what you got from all that?”

She grins, lazy and proud. “Hey, I’m just making sure there are perks to giving you my virginity.”

I shake my head, biting back a smirk as I press a kiss to her lips. “Perks, huh?” I mutter, crawling over her. Jordyn smiles up at me, biting her lip. “You’ve got no idea what you’ve signed up for, mio cara.”

Her voice is soft, teasing as she circles her arms around my neck and draws me down for a kiss. “No? Why don’t you show me…”

And just like that, she owns me again.

An hour later, her body is draped across mine, all soft limbs and slow breath, her chin resting right over my heart like she’s trying to memorize the rhythm of it.

One of my hands is behind my head, the other tangled in her hair, brushing through the strands lazily. I don’t even realise I’m doing it until she shifts, a small sound leaving her lips, something content, like a purr.

It does something to me.

Shedoes something to me.

We’ve already gone again, slow this time, deeper. Like she wasn’t just letting me have her body, but something more dangerous. Something I don’t know how to carry.

She’s quiet now, her fingers drawing shapes on my chest. Soft little patterns. I don't know what they mean, but I hope she never stops.

I’m not used to this. The stillness. The quietafter.

And for the first time in a long fucking time… I don’t hate it.

“Can I ask you something?” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

I hum, not opening my eyes. My hand keeps moving through her hair, slower now.

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