Page 169 of Untamed

But I don’t. Something inside spurs me on and I keep moving. Hips rising to meet every grind of his, soaking in the way his control shatters on top of me as he soars closer to his release.

“I want to feel you,” I whisper. “Every drop.”

“Ohfuck...” His mouth crashes down on mine like punishment, like surrender, like he’s cursing me with every kiss.

He shifts his angle, hitting a spot that makes me see stars, and I cry out, arching against him. Waves of pleasure crash over me,sweeping me away, and he follows with a low growl, pulsing deep within me. And when he comes, spilling inside me, body shaking, breath stolen from his chest, I know I’ve just branded myself into him forever.

We stay locked like that, riding out the storm, our breaths ragged, hearts pounding wildly. As the waves recede, he collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting pressure. I stroke his back gently, feeling his heartbeat slow to match mine once more. In this quiet, intimate moment, there’s no room for the chaos outside.

For a second, I just lay there, eyes closed, breathless, imagining what it would feel like to carry his child.

It’s stupid, reckless, dangerous even.

Ares doesn’t move.

Doesn’t speak, just stares down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time.

His chest rises and falls against mine, each breath a battle. His eyes are dark, darker than I’ve ever seen them. Not angry, but not soft either.

Justwrecked.

His gaze drops between our bodies, still joined. Still bare. And then it happens. A whisper, followed by a curse.

“Che cazzo, Jordyn…”he breathes, like he can’t quite believe what we just did. “Do you have any idea what we’ve just done?”

The words slice through the haze like a blade. My stomach flips. My heart stumbles. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.Because I don’t know what he means, what part of this he’s fighting.

Is it the risk or possibility that I might get pregnant? The trust that I didn’t listen when he told me to stop?

He finally pulls out, slow and tense, like the contact is burning him now.

I feel the loss instantly, physically, and emotionally. It leaves me hollow in a way I didn’t expect.

Ares pushes off the bed without a word, walking to the far side of the room like he needs space to think. He runs a hand through his hair, his bare back rising and falling like he’s trying to breathe through panic.

I pull the sheet up over my chest, watching him in the silence that follows.

Finally, he speaks. “Why did you do that, Jordyn?” His voice is rough but controlled.

I blink. “I don’t know,” I answer, my voice barely audible. “It just felt right in the moment. I didn’t want you to stop.” He turns slowly, face unreadable. “You wanted it too, and you didn’t stop me either.”

He swears under his breath and turns away again. “So, what, you regret it now?” I ask, voice quieter than I mean it to be.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You don’t have to.” His silence lingers between us, heavy and electric.

“What we just did was reckless.” He admits. “I can’t have a kid, Jordyn.”

Something in me breaks. “Ares, I wasn’t trying to get pregnant.”

He whips around, eyes sharp. “But you didn’t stop me.”

I stare at him, breathing hard. “Neither did you.”

“Itried—” He cuts himself off, dragging both hands over his face. “Itriedto pull out. I told you to stop.”

“But youdidn’t.”

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