Page 216 of Untamed

“I am,” I say against her jaw, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “Just not with the fucking cat. I want to make you purr instead.”

She laughs again, quiet, breathless, then turns in my arms and kisses me like she was waiting for the invitation.

And just like that, the world is quiet again, but this time, it feels a lot like peace.

The kiss starts soft, tentative, teasing. Her lips brushing mine like she’s still testing the weight of what we are.

But that doesn’t last. Not with her hands threading into my hair, not with the way her breath hitches when I slide my hand down her back and pull her flush against me.

She presses harder and I respond.

My fingers curl against her hip, guiding her gently into my lap as I shift back to sit on the rug, the fire casting flickers of amber across her skin. She follows without hesitation, straddling me, her knees on either side of my thighs, her body pressed close and warm and exactly where I want her.

Jordyn’s lips are parted now, her breathing shallow.

The moment my tongue finds hers the kiss turns hungry.

Her hands are on my shoulders, then my chest, then slipping beneath the collar of my shirt like she’s trying to soak up the feel of me all over again. I let her explore. Let her take whatever she wants. Because there’s nothing I won’t give her.

My mouth drags from her lips to her jaw, down to the side of her neck where her pulse is going wild. I kiss her there, slow, then bite gently, just enough to hear that sound she makes.

The one she tries to swallow.

The one I want to rip out of her until she can’t hide from it anymore.

My name escapes her lips, barely an octave over a whisper. But it hits me like a fucking drug. I tighten my grip, one hand tangled in her hair, the other sliding up the curve of her spine beneath the dress she’s still wearing.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmur against her throat, voice low and raw.

She doesn’t, she kisses me again instead, deeper, more zealous, fingers clinging to my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.

As if Icould.

Not when she’s in my arms, trembling from how badly she wants this.

And definitely not when I’ve waited my whole goddamn life to feel something like this.

A low groan emanates from deep in my throat when she starts rocking against me. My head spins when I feel her pussy grinding against my cock, the heat seeping through the material of my trousers that now feel a little too tight at the front. “Fuck, bambina.” I rasp, wandering fingers find the string that holds the dress together and I pull, untying it until it loosens and the thin straps just slips off her skin like liquid silk and pools around her hips, leaving her chest bare for my eyes to feast on.

Her draws in a quiet, trembling breath as the cool air kisses her newly exposed skin, but her eyes remain locked onto mine, a fiery determination burning within them. I can’t help but admire the view; her breasts are perfect, full and tempting, with dusky nipples that harden under my gaze. I reach up, cupping one in my hand, and she leans into my touch, her lips parting slightly as she lets out a soft sigh.

I lean forward and take the other nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking gently. She tastes sweet, like summer fruits, and I can't get enough. Her hands find their way into my hair, gripping tightly as she arches her back and pressesme closer. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

“Ares...”Fucking Christ,the way she whispers it, quiet, aching, like it’s meant for no one else, makes the whole fucking world go still.

“Cristo, abbi pietà… How do you expect me to keep my control when you say my name like that, bambina?”I murmur it against the base of her throat, dragging my lips slowly up her neck before grazing her chin with my teeth.

She moans, head tipping back, bottom lip caught between her teeth, as her hips start to move faster, chasing friction like she can’t help herself.

I murmur the words low against her throat, my mouth brushing skin that tastes like heat and salt and something that’s only ever beenhers. I drag my lips slowly up her neck, catching the curve of her jaw, then nip gently at her chin, just to feel her jolt against me.

She does.

Her moan vibrates between us, breath catching in her chest as her head tips back, exposing more of her neck like instinct. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, her eyes half-lidded and glassy with need.

Then she moves.

Her hips roll against mine, slow at first, then more certain, chasing something she doesn't bother hiding anymore. Every drag of her body against me punches air from my lungs. My grip tightens at her waist, not to hold her down, but because I need something to ground me.

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