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Ares doesn’t follow me over, no, he’s a fucking animal, a beast unleashed, and he’s not done with me.

Not even close. His cock is still buried deep inside me, thick and unyielding, stretching me wide, filling me to the brim.

He fucks me through my orgasm with long, deliberate strokes, each one dragging against my sensitive walls, making me shudder and whimper like a slut in heat.

“You’re so intoxicating, bambina,” he growls, his voice rough and dripping with lust. “I could watch you come tirelessly.” His words are a hot breath against my ear, and I can feel the smirk on his lips as he presses open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving marks that scream mine .

My body trembles under him, every nerve ending on fire, my breathing ragged and laboured as I soak up the last waves of my orgasm.

But even as it ebbs away, I’m still aching for him.

My lungs are burning, my face is flushed, my lips bruised from his savage kisses, and yet I’m desperate for more.

I can’t get enough of him. I don’t think I ever will.

He’s still rock hard inside me, his cock throbbing with need, and I roll my hips against him, grinding down, drawing out a deep, guttural groan from him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

“You’re insatiable, aren’t you? You can’t get enough. ”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice trembling with want. “I want to know what it feels like to be claimed by you… completely .” Ares lets out a string of something in Italian that I don’t understand. “I want to feel you in my soul, Bestia .”

And that’s all it takes. He snaps. His eyes darken, and I can see the beast he’s kept chained up inside him take over, the primal need to dominate, to own me.

He pulls out of me slowly, the drag of his cock making me whimper, and then he flips me onto my stomach with a force that leaves me breathless. My face is pressed into the mattress, my ass in the air, and I can feel his hands spreading me open, exposing me to him completely.

“You want to be claimed?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard they’ll hear your screams in Rome.”

My breath hitches, ragged and shallow, as Ares’s calloused hands grip the soft, trembling flesh of my ass cheeks.

He spreads me wide, exposing my most intimate, vulnerable parts to the cool air of the room.

I feel the heat of his breath first, a warm, teasing gust that makes my pussy clench in anticipation.

Then, without warning, his tongue, hot, wet, and relentless, drags through the slick cleft of my ass, tracing a path that sends electric shocks straight to my clit.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice trembling as I fist the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white.

His tongue circles my ass, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes that make me arch my back and push my ass into his face.

I’m shameless, desperate for more, and he knows it.

The cocky bastard chuckles, the vibration of his laughter sending another wave of pleasure rippling through me.

His tongue moves lower, sliding through the slick folds of my pussy, lapping up the juices that are already pooling there. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, and I cry out, my hips bucking uncontrollably. “Yes, yes, fuck, Ares, just like that,” I moan, my voice a broken, needy whimper.

He doesn’t stop. He devours me like a man starved, his tongue fucking me in slow, deliberate strokes that have me writhing on the bed.

I can feel the tension building in my core, a tight coil of pleasure that’s ready to snap at any moment.

But he’s not going to let me come, not yet.

He pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate, my pussy throbbing with need.

“Please,” I beg, my voice trembling with desperation. “Please, Ares, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he spreads my ass cheeks even wider and plunges his tongue deep into my tight little hole.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me screaming his name.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me with his tongue, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

I’m a mess, my body trembling, my pussy dripping, my mind a haze of lust and need.

And he’s only just beginning. He pulls back again, leaving me panting and desperate, before moving lower to suck my clit into his mouth.

The sensation is electric, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God, Ares, I’m gonna come,” I moan, my voice breaking as the tension in my core reaches its peak. He doesn’t stop, his tongue flicks and rolls against my clit faster and faster until I’m panting his name like a damn mantra, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

My pussy is still contracting from my climax when he pushes himself inside me again, slamming into me with a force that knocks the air from my lungs.

I cry out, my voice breaking as he fills me to the hilt, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that’s relentless, unforgiving.

Each thrust is a fucking punishment, a claim, a reminder that I’m his.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto him with every stroke, and I can feel the slap of his skin against mine, the sound filthy and obscene.

“You’re mine,” he snarls, his voice raw with possession. “Every inch of you. Every fucking moan. Every scream. Mine.”

I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it.

My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

He’s fucking me like he wants to ruin me for anyone else, like he wants to brand himself into my very soul.

And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second of it.

“Yes,” I sob, my voice broken and desperate. “Yours. Only yours.”

He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my ear. “Good girl,” he growls, and then he bites down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to make me scream. His pace doesn’t falter, his cock driving into me with a force that has me seeing stars.

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. Just looks at 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, too pure.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at 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… but don’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 be loved.

And I made sure he felt it, with every breath, every kiss.

His name leaves my lips like a prayer. And when we fall over the edge together, soaked in sweat, trembling and tangled in moonlight and promises, I don’t feel lost. I finally feel found. Like I’ve spent my whole life wandering, only to realise I was always meant to end up here, in him.