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I break the kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips. “You’re in my blood now. And I don’t let go of what’s mine.”

“Good, because there is no part of me that wants you to let me go.” She breathes, reaching up and brushing her thumb over my lips. “I just hate that I can’t come to you whenever I want to. I hate that I left you waiting.”

“I know, I wasn’t angry, Jordyn. Just… restless. Like something in me doesn’t know how to settle when you’re not near.”

She stares at me, eyes softening just slightly. “So, you snuck into my room in the middle of the night just to see me?”

“No,” I say, voice like gravel. “I came to touch you.”

Slowly, I back her into the room, step by step, until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She sits without a word, never breaking eye contact.

I crouch in front of her, resting my hands on her thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles against bare skin.

“I won’t stay long,” I lie.

Her fingers thread through mine, holding tight.

“You never do,” she whispers.

I study her face for a long moment, thumb brushing over her inner wrist where her pulse is a steady beat beneath my skin.

“I stay longer than I should,” I murmur. “That should tell you something.”

Her lips part, but I don’t let her speak. I lean in, catching her mouth in a kiss that’s slow and deep and full of everything I won’t say out loud.

She tastes like stolen time.

When I pull back, her eyes are still closed, her lips soft and plump, kiss-swollen and flushed like sin.

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, slow and reverent.

“Così bella,” I murmur. So beautiful.

Her lashes flutter open, gaze locked to mine like she feels every word deep in her chest.

She stares at me, breathless, while I trail my fingers down her jaw, along the curve of her neck, like I’m committing it to memory. Then I lean in again, close enough for my voice to fall against her skin.

“La mia rovina,” I whisper. My ruin.

But I don’t wait for her to respond, I silence her the only way I know how. With my mouth, with my hands, with the kind of kiss that promises she’ll never belong to anyone else.

Jordyn’s hands push my leather jacket off my shoulders.

It hits the floor with a thud, the buckles clinking when it makes contact with the hardwood floor.

Lips fused, we undress one another until we’re both bare on top of the bed.

My mouth is on her, hot and wet trailing kisses down her body stopping to tease and nip at her nipples. “Think you can be quiet, Tesoro?”

Her chest rises beneath my mouth, eyes glazed, breath stuttering.

“Tell me,” I murmur against her skin, dragging my tongue down the valley between her breasts. “What do you want, ciccina ?”

She gasps, maybe from the name, maybe from the way I grip her thighs and spread her wider beneath me.

“More,” she whispers, barely audible.

I lift my head, eyes locking with hers.

“More isn’t a word, baby. That’s a direction. I want you to beg.”

“More, please .” she breathes.

I chuckle low in my throat, dark and rough. “That’s not begging, ciccina .”

My hands trail down her hips, thumbs brushing the inside of her thighs. Her skin trembles beneath my touch, her breath coming in shallow bursts.

“You want my mouth?” I ask, eyes locked to hers as I kiss the curve just beneath her breast. “Tell me, baby, should I make you scream into your pillow so no one hears?” Her fingers fist the sheets.

I press a kiss to her stomach, then another, lower. “Oh god, yes.”

“Then ask me nicely,” I murmur, voice like smoke. “Come on, baby. Use that sweet mouth. Say it.”

She whimpers, back arching.

“Ares…”

I pause, hovering just above where she wants me, letting my breath fan over her skin. “Yes?”

“I want— She stops, swallowed by her own need.

I grip her hips harder, enough to make her gasp. “You want what , Jordyn?”

She locks eyes with me. No more pretending. No more holding back.

“I want your mouth on me. I want you to eat my pussy. Please. ”

My smile is all teeth.

“Brava, ciccina. ”

And then I give her exactly what she asked for.

Her cry is instant, a raw, primal sound that she buries in the pillow, just as I predicted.

I slide my hands beneath her, cupping her ass and lifting her to my mouth like a feast. Her taste is intoxicating, a sweet nectar that I can't get enough of.

I lick and suck, tracing every fold and crevice, learning what makes her squirm and what makes her scream.

Her body is a live wire, trembling and sparking with every touch. I build her up, higher and higher, only to back off just as she's about to fall over the edge. She sobs in frustration, hands grasping at my hair, trying to pull me back. I chuckle against her, the vibrations making her hips jerk.

“Patience, bambina,” I murmur, looking up at her from between her legs. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild. She looks fucking gorgeous. “We’ve got all night.”

I slide a finger inside her, crooking it just so, and she comes undone. Her orgasm rips through her, leaving her gasping and limp. But I'm not done yet. Not even close. I coax her back up again, using my fingers and tongue, until she's a writhing, begging mess.

“Ares,” she gasps, “I can’t… It’s too much...”

I pause, looking up at her. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask quietly. She bites her lip, shaking her head vigorously. A wicked grin spreads across my face. “Then hold on tight, baby. Because I'm not done with you, yet.”

Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around me. She’s close, so close. But I don't want her to come just yet. I want to draw this out, make her scream until her voice is hoarse. I pull back slightly, blowing cool air onto her heated flesh. She whimpers in protest, trying to pull me back.

“Not yet, baby,” I murmur against her thigh. She lifts her head, looking down at me with glazed eyes.

“Ares... please...” she whimpers. “I need it. I need to come. Make me come.”

Fuck. Her words send a jolt of heat straight to my cock, which is already so fucking hard it’s throbbing against the fabric of my jeans.

I can feel the pre-cum leaking, soaking through the material, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

But I’ll be damned if I let her come before I’ve had my fill of her.

“Shh, ciccina,” I growl, my voice dark and commanding. “You need to be quiet. You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you? You don’t want them to know what a filthy little slut you are for me, begging for my cock like this.”

Her breath hitches, her eyes widening as she looks down at me, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire.

But I can see the way her cunt clenches at my words, the way her hips jerk forward, desperate for friction.

Did I just discover a degradation kink? Christ, she’s so fucking wet, so fucking ready, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to bury myself inside her right now.

“That’s it,” I purr, my lips curling into a wicked grin as I trail my fingers up and through her slick folds. “You like that, don’t you? You like being called a slut. You like knowing that I can make you come with just my words.”

She moans, a low, guttural sound that sends another wave of heat through me. Her hands are gripping the sheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding herself back. But I can see the way her body is trembling, the way her cunt is pulsing, begging for release.

“Please,” she whimpers again, her voice breaking. “Please, Ares. I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can,” I growl, “You’ll take whatever I give you, won’t you? You’ll be a good little slut and do as you’re told.”

She nods frantically, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I slide a finger inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat clench around me. Fuck, she’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect. I can feel her walls fluttering around my finger, her body begging for more.

“Yes, bambina,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire as I curl my finger inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that makes her scream. “You’re such a good girl, taking my finger like this. But it’s not enough, is it, bambina? You want my cock.”

She moans again, louder this time, her hips bucking against my hand as I add a second finger, stretching her, filling her. Her pussy is so fucking wet, so fucking hot, and I can feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.

“Come for me, ciccina,” I command, my voice dark and demanding. “Fuck my fingers and make yourself come.”

And she does. Her hips rock back and forth, and her body convulses, her cunt clenching around my fingers as she comes with a scream that I quickly silence with my other hand, pressing it over her mouth to muffle the sound.

Her eyes are wide with shock and pleasure as she rides out her orgasm, her body trembling with the force of it.

But I’m not done with her yet. Not even fucking close.