Page 166 of Untamed

She stares at me, eyes softening just slightly. “So, you snuck into my room in the middle of the night just to see me?”

“No,” I say, voice like gravel. “I came totouchyou.”

Slowly, I back her into the room, step by step, until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She sits without a word, never breaking eye contact.

I crouch in front of her, resting my hands on her thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles against bare skin.

“I won’t stay long,” I lie.

Her fingers thread through mine, holding tight.

“You never do,” she whispers.

I study her face for a long moment, thumb brushing over her inner wrist where her pulse is a steady beat beneath my skin.

“I stay longer than I should,” I murmur. “That should tell you something.”

Her lips part, but I don’t let her speak. I lean in, catching her mouth in a kiss that’s slow and deep and full of everything I won’t say out loud.

She tastes like stolen time.

When I pull back, her eyes are still closed, her lips soft and plump, kiss-swollen and flushed like sin.

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, slow and reverent.

“Così bella,” I murmur.So beautiful.

Her lashes flutter open, gaze locked to mine like she feels every word deep in her chest.

She stares at me, breathless, while I trail my fingers down her jaw, along the curve of her neck, like I’m committing it to memory. Then I lean in again, close enough for my voice to fall against her skin.

“La mia rovina,” I whisper.My ruin.

But I don’t wait for her to respond, I silence her the only way I know how. With my mouth, with my hands, with the kind of kiss that promises she’ll never belong to anyone else.

Jordyn’s hands push my leather jacket off my shoulders. It hits the floor with a thud, the buckles clinking when it makes contact with the hardwood floor. Lips fused, we undress one another until we’re both bare on top of the bed. My mouth is on her, hot and wet trailing kisses down her body stopping to tease and nip at her nipples. “Think you can be quiet, Tesoro?”

Her chest rises beneath my mouth, eyes glazed, breath stuttering.

“Tell me,” I murmur against her skin, dragging my tongue down the valley between her breasts. “What do you want,ciccina?”

She gasps, maybe from the name, maybe from the way I grip her thighs and spread her wider beneath me.

“More,” she whispers, barely audible.

I lift my head, eyes locking with hers.

“More isn’t a word, baby. That’s a direction. I want you to beg.”

“More,please.” she breathes.

I chuckle low in my throat, dark and rough. “That’s not begging,ciccina.”

My hands trail down her hips, thumbs brushing the inside of her thighs. Her skin trembles beneath my touch, her breath coming in shallow bursts.

“You want my mouth?” I ask, eyes locked to hers as I kiss the curve just beneath her breast. “Tell me, baby, should I make you scream into your pillow so no one hears?” Her fingers fist the sheets.

I press a kiss to her stomach, then another, lower. “Oh god, yes.”

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