I’m close again, so damn close, and I can feel him getting there too. His thrusts become erratic, his breathing ragged, and then he’s pulling out of me just long enough to flip me onto my back. He slams into me again, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I’m coming undone beneath him, my body convulsing with pleasure as I scream his name.
“Oh fuck, yes,Jordyn.” He follows me over the edge with a roar, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his cum, claiming me in the most primal way possible. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and I can feel his heart racing against mine.
“Cristo, sei mia,” he growls again, his voice low and possessive.
“Ti amo,”I love you.I whisper, my voice trembling with the intensity of it all. The words leave my lips in a whisper, but they land like thunder.
I feel him still.
His breath hitches against my throat, his body frozen above mine like the sound of my voice just yanked him out of whatever storm he’d been lost in.
Then he pulls back, just enough to see my face. His eyes search mine, dark and wide, like he’s trying to understand what he just heard. Like those three words don’t belong to someone like him. As though they can’t possibly be real.
Shock flickers across his face, unguarded and raw.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t blink. Justlooksat me.
Almost as if he’s waiting for me to take it back.
But I don’t.
Instead, I lift my hand and brush my fingers along his sweaty cheekbone, feeling the tension locked beneath his skin. “It’s true, Ares,” I whisper, voice steady now. “I love you.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard. His hand comes up, brushing my cheek, hesitant at first… like he’s touching something too precious, toopure.
He doesn’t say anything at first. He justlooksat me. Like I’m light breaking into a room, he’s spent his whole life locked inside.
“Jordyn...” He whispers. The words are low, torn. “You shouldn’t love me.”
I don’t flinch.
“But I do.”
A pause. His hand stills against my skin. The muscles in his neck twitch like he’s choking on something he’s not ready to let out. But it’s there, in his eyes. In the way he trembles, just barely. In the way he presses his forehead to mine like he’s trying to fuse us together.
“I don’t know how to be loved, bambina… not without breaking it.”
I close my eyes, my throat so thick I can barely swallow. “But, fuck, the way I feel about you…” He trails off, like the words are too big to fit inside him.
When I open my eyes, he’s still watching me, he’s waiting for me to flinch. To regret. To pull away now that I’ve seen the cracked pieces underneath all that steel.
I don’t. Instead, I lift my hand, slide it behind his neck, and pull his forehead back to mine. “Then break me,” I whisper. “If that’s all you know how to do, then break me… butdon’t walk away.”
He breathes in like he’s drowning and pulls back just enough to look at me, his voice hoarse.
“Say it again.”I do.Over and over.Until he believes me, until he finally breaks and whispers, barely audible.“Ti amo così tanto che fa male.”I love you so much it hurts.
My heart shatters, but in the most beautiful way. I don’t answer with words. I don’t need to. I just pull him down to me, and he follows without hesitation.
What comes next isn’t frantic or wild. It’s quiet. Deliberate. Every movement a whisper of devotion, every kiss like he’s trying to say it again and again without using his voice.
He makes love to me like I’m his beginning and his end.
His hands explore me slowly, reverently, like he’s not just touching skin, he’s memorising the shape of salvation. Our bodies move together in a rhythm that’s almost too tender, too vulnerable, like we’re both afraid to break the spell.
When he finally sinks into me, he groans low in my ear, like it’s pain and relief all at once. We don’t rush. Not once.
Ares makes me feel every inch of him, every breath, every heartbeat, as though this is the first time he’s ever let himself beloved.
And I made sure he felt it, with every breath, every kiss.