Page 218 of Untamed

She moves fluidly, rhythm building, her breath hitching in small, broken gasps. Her head tilts back for a second, but I reach up and cup her jaw, dragging her eyes back to mine.

“I want to watch you,” I murmur, voice rough. “Don’t look away.”

She doesn’t.

And when she moans my name, soft, needy and wrecked, something seizes in my chest.

Because I remember. That night. The one I shouldn’t have seen. The way she touched herself in the dark, thinking she was alone and that no one could hear her. The way she gasped my name like it was the only thing she needed to get herself there.

She doesn’t know I watched her. Doesn’t know what it did to me.

But hearing it again now...that same tone, that same breathless whimper, it pulls the memory to the surface like a match to gasoline.

My grip on her thighs tightens.

I thrust up into her, deeper, harder, and she cries out, beautiful and raw.

“Uh, fuck, Ares…” she gasps, rocking her hips over mine, her nails biting into my chest as she chases the rhythm.

My hands seize her ass, dragging her hips down harder against me until she topples forward, bracing herself on her hands, caging me in. Her forehead nearly touches mine. Her breath is hot. Quick.

“You have no idea,”I growl,“how insane it makes me, hearing you moan my name like that, bambina.”

I plant my feet flat on the floor and thrust up into her, short and deep. Her mouth drops open, a broken sound spilling out as she trembles.

“Fuck baby…” I grit out. “You sound just like you did that night.”

She stills slightly, breath catching.

“What…night?” she whispers, dazed, already teetering on the edge.

I slow my thrusts, keeping her right there, suspended in heat, in hunger, in the tension she can’t bear and won’t let go of.

Not yet.

I press my forehead to hers, speaking low and wrecked.

“The night of the councilman's dinner. The one you missed.” My voice drops, thick with memory. “You said you weren’t feeling well, remember?”

I draw out of her until only the tip of my cock remains, then drive back in with a rough snap of my hips that makes her gasp again. “But you weren’t sick, were you, bambina?” Her eyes flutter shut, her breathing fractures. “You stayed home… because you wanted to be alone so you could play with your pussy.”

Another deep grind against her g-spot. “Alone in your bed… thinking aboutmeand all the ways you were desperate for me to ruin you.”

She lets out a trembling moan, her body now shaking with need, the flush spreading down her chest like a tide.

“I wasn’t supposed to see you. But I came back early and wanted to check on you. As I walked over to your door, it was ajar. Like you left it open because you wanted someone to see. Like you wantedmeto see. And there you were…” My hand slips up her spine. “Naked. Writhing. Whispering my name like it was the only thing keeping you together.”

She whimpers again helplessly when I rock up into her, my lips grazing her with every word.

“I know I shouldn’t have, but I watched you come with my name on your lips, Jordyn. And it fucking wrecked me.”

She doesn’t answer...doesn’t need to.

Her moan, low, ruined, and involuntary, is all the response I get. And it’s all I fucking need. Her nails curl harder into my skin. Her body quakes above me, flushed and juddering. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but fixed on mine now, wide and glazed and dark with want.

And I don’t stop.

I can’t.

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