Page 197 of Untamed

A low, guttural sound escapes him, something primal, like the last thread of his restraint snapping. Then his mouth is back on mine, and everything else vanishes. With no effort at all, he grabs the back of my thighs, squeezes and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing.

We move through the house, clothes disappearing between kisses and gasps, falling to the floor like discarded fear. I don’t feel self-conscious. Not under his gaze. Not when he looks at me like I’m the only beautiful thing left in his world.

His hands roam, slow and deliberate, like he’s not just touching me, like he’s carving me into every crevice of his mind. His fingers trace the curve of my waist, the dip of my hip, the swell of my breast, and I shiver under his touch. He’s everywhere, his skin hot against mine, his breath ragged in my ear. We reach the bed without ever breaking apart, and when he lays me down, he does it like I’m something fragile he’s afraid to shatter.

But I don’t want careful—I want him. I pull him down to me, my legs wrapping around his waist, locking him in place. Our mouths meet again, slower now, more deliberate. His weight presses into mine, claiming me, and every kiss, every touch, feels like a vow unspoken. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I can feel the heat of him, the need of him, and it makes me ache.

When he finally sinks into me, my breath catches, sharp and sudden, and everything else disappears. The world doesn’t exist here. Only us. Only this. He moves slowly at first, his hips rolling against mine, each thrust deep and deliberate. I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, and it’s so damn perfect. My nails dig into his back, urging him on, and he groans, low and deep, his breath hot against my neck.

“Fuck,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “You feel so fucking good.”

I can’t speak, can’t think, can only feel. His pace quickens, his thrusts harder, deeper, and I’m lost in the rhythm of him. My body arches against his, every nerve on fire, every sensation amplified. His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit, and I cry out, the pleasure so intense it’s almost too much. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking me with a relentless, desperate need.

“Come for me.” he whispers, his tone a command, a plea. And it doesn’t take long before my body shatters around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me, pulling me under.

“Uhh, yes,yes, Ares!”

Ares doesn’t follow me over, no, he’s a fucking animal, a beast unleashed, and he’s not done with me. Not even close. His cock is still buried deep inside me, thick and unyielding, stretchingme wide, filling me to the brim. He fucks me through my orgasm with long, deliberate strokes, each one dragging against my sensitive walls, making me shudder and whimper like a slut in heat.

“You’re so intoxicating, bambina,” he growls, his voice rough and dripping with lust. “I could watch you come tirelessly.” His words are a hot breath against my ear, and I can feel the smirk on his lips as he presses open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving marks that screammine.

My body trembles under him, every nerve ending on fire, my breathing ragged and laboured as I soak up the last waves of my orgasm. But even as it ebbs away, I’m still aching for him. My lungs are burning, my face is flushed, my lips bruised from his savage kisses, and yet I’m desperate for more. I can’t get enough of him. I don’t think I ever will.

He’s still rock hard inside me, his cock throbbing with need, and I roll my hips against him, grinding down, drawing out a deep, guttural groan from him. “Fuck,” he hisses, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you? You can’t get enough.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice trembling with want. “I want to know what it feels like to be claimed by you…completely.” Ares lets out a string of something in Italian that I don’t understand. “I want to feel you in my soul,Bestia.”

And that’s all it takes. He snaps. His eyes darken, and I can see the beast he’s kept chained up inside him take over, the primal need to dominate, to own me.

He pulls out of me slowly, the drag of his cock making me whimper, and then he flips me onto my stomach with a forcethat leaves me breathless. My face is pressed into the mattress, my ass in the air, and I can feel his hands spreading me open, exposing me to him completely.

“You want to be claimed?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard they’ll hear your screams in Rome.”

My breath hitches, ragged and shallow, as Ares’s calloused hands grip the soft, trembling flesh of my ass cheeks. He spreads me wide, exposing my most intimate, vulnerable parts to the cool air of the room. I feel the heat of his breath first, a warm, teasing gust that makes my pussy clench in anticipation. Then, without warning, his tongue, hot, wet, and relentless, drags through the slick cleft of my ass, tracing a path that sends electric shocks straight to my clit.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice trembling as I fist the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white. His tongue circles my ass, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes that make me arch my back and push my ass into his face. I’m shameless, desperate for more, and he knows it. The cocky bastard chuckles, the vibration of his laughter sending another wave of pleasure rippling through me.

His tongue moves lower, sliding through the slick folds of my pussy, lapping up the juices that are already pooling there. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I cry out, my hips bucking uncontrollably. “Yes, yes, fuck, Ares, just like that,” I moan, my voice a broken, needy whimper.

He doesn’t stop. He devours me like a man starved, his tongue fucking me in slow, deliberate strokes that have me writhing on the bed. I can feel the tension building in my core, a tight coil of pleasure that’s ready to snap at any moment. But he’s not goingto let me come, not yet. He pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate, my pussy throbbing with need.

“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Ares, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he spreads my ass cheeks even wider and plunges his tongue deep into my tight little hole. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me screaming his name. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me with his tongue, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I’m a mess, my body trembling, my pussy dripping, my mind a haze of lust and need. And he’s only just beginning. He pulls back again, leaving me panting and desperate, before moving lower to suck my clit into his mouth. The sensation is electric, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Ares, I’m gonna come,” I moan, my voice breaking as the tension in my core reaches its peak. He doesn’t stop, his tongue flicks and rolls against my clit faster and faster until I’m panting his name like a damn mantra, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

My pussy is still contracting from my climax when he pushes himself inside me again, slamming into me with a force that knocks the air from my lungs. I cry out, my voice breaking as he fills me to the hilt, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that’s relentless, unforgiving. Each thrust is a fucking punishment, a claim, a reminder that I’m his. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, and I can feel the slap of his skin against mine, the sound filthy and obscene.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, his voice raw with possession. “Every inch of you. Every fucking moan. Every scream.Mine.”

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure so intense it borders on pain. He’s fucking me like he wants to ruin me for anyone else, like he wants to brand himself into my very soul. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second of it.

“Yes,” I sob, my voice broken and desperate. “Yours. Only yours.”

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. “Good girl,” he growls, and then he bites down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to make me scream. His pace doesn’t falter, his cock driving into me with a force that has me seeing stars.

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