Page 217 of Untamed

She’s everything I shouldn’t have. Everything I can’t let go of.

And she’s right here.

Her fingers unbutton my shirt, and she pushes it off my shoulders before her palms drag across my ribs, my stomach, my back. She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers trace the raised edges of my scars like they’re familiar, like she’s burning into her memory the map of my survival.

I let her.

Ineedher to.

A soft whimper pushes past her lips as I kiss down the column of her throat again, slower now. I linger at the hollow above her collarbone, tasting her skin, inhaling the scent of her, warm and sweet. I can feel her pulse beating beneath my mouth.

I lift my eyes and find her staring down at me like I’m something she doesn’t know how to survive without.

And fuck me, I know the feeling.

“I want you so fucking bad,” I whisper, voice hoarse.

Her hands slide up into my hair. “Take me,” she breathes.

And that right there is all it takes.

My mouth crashes to hers, raw, consuming, like I’m starving for her and always will be. In the next breath, I have her on her back, the rug soft beneath her, the fire painting her skin in gold.

Her legs hook over my shoulders, thighs trembling. I drag my mouth down her body, slow and ravenous, until I’m right where I want to be.

And then I devour her.

She arches under me, gasping my name like it’s the only word she remembers. Every sound, every moan, fuck, I feel it like a prayer being carved into my skin. I watch as she writhes, her fingers tangled in my hair, coming apart so beautifully I don’t know how I’ll ever stop craving the taste of her.

I don’t just want to worship her. I want toruinher for anyone else.

Because she’s already ruined me.

She falls apart beneath my mouth, quivering, gasping. My name tumbling from her lips over and over again like it’s the only word her mouth knows to form.

And I take every sound.

Every fucking shiver.

She tastes like sin and surrender. Likemine.

While she recovers, my lips trail open mouthed kisses up her stomach and she hums, keeping her eyes on mine until I’m hovering over her. One of her hands curl at my nape, and she pulls me down for a kiss. “Suck my tongue, bambina. I want you to taste what I just devoured.” I murmur as my tongue sinks into her mouth, and she doesn’t miss a beat and sucks. A throaty moan seeps past her lips when she gets a taste of herself.

“Taste that?”Irasp, dragging my teeth across her lower lip “That’s the reason I lose sleep. The reason I lose control. That’s what you’ve got me starving for every second of every fucking day, mio cara.”

“Good,” Jordyn mewls while she unbuttons my trousers, biting down on her lip as she pulls down the zipper, all the while her eyes stay locked on mine. “Because I’ve been starving too.” She adds, pushing down my trousers and boxers with one hand while the other curls at my nape gentle and possessive. “And if you think that’s all I want from you Ares...you’re out of your mind.”

I don’t even get the chance to react or pull her into me, she moves first.

Still breathless, skin flushed, she pushes at my chest. I let her, sinking back against the rug, the fire still casting that soft glow over her as she climbs on top of me. Straddling my hips, taking control.

Her thighs bracket mine, her hands pressed to my chest. Her eyes lock on mine, hungry, wild, unflinching and I swear I could come undone from that alone.

She sinks down onto me, slow and sure, dragging a guttural sound from my throat I can’t hold back. My hands grip her thighs tight, hard enough to leave marks.

Fuck.

The sight of her like this... hair messy, lips swollen, riding me like she owns every breath in my body, it makes me fuckingferal.

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