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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.

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.

I need her 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 to ruin her 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. Like mine .

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?” I rasp, 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 fucking feral .

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 about me and 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 wanted me to 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.

“It took everything in me not to walk in,” I grit, the memory spilling from my mouth like it’s been waiting. “To stay outside that door. To not grab you by the hips and give you exactly what you were begging for.”

Her hips roll harder, desperate, but I keep the rhythm controlled and measured. Deep and drawn-out strokes that keep her breath stuttering and her climax close enough she can taste it, but just out of reach.

“So, I walked out.” My voice turns lower, sharper. “Forced myself to leave.”

I thrust once, slow and deep. God, she’s so wet. “But I couldn’t stop hearing it.”

Another grind.

“You. In my head. That breathy sound you made when you came. My name falling off your lips like a secret you couldn’t keep.”

She lets out a broken gasp, her forehead tipping forward to rest against mine. Her lashes flutter. She’s right there, held together only by what little I’m still holding back.

“Do you know what I did that night, bambina?” I whisper and then pause for a breath. Her lips part like she might answer, but nothing comes.

I slide my hands up her back, keeping her close. Keeping her locked to me.

“I fucked my fist raw thinking about you.”

Another slow thrust. “Spent the whole night in my bed, imagining it was you. Imagining I was buried inside you instead of my own goddamn hand.”

Her moan is sharp and breathless, her body clenching around me so tight it knocks the air from my lungs. And still, I don’t let her fall.

She’s trembling above me, breathless, strung tight, so turned on I swear I could make her fall apart with nothing but my voice.

“I couldn’t stop.” My voice is low and gruff, dragging against her clammy skin. “Even after I came… I was still rock hard. Still desperate for you.”

I run my tongue along her bottom lip and suck gently, tasting her sigh before she gives it.

“So, I kept going.” My grip tightens on her hips. “Over and over. The image of you burned behind my eyes. The sound of your voice, my name , echoing in my room like a curse I wanted to keep hearing.”

I feel her clench around me, sharp and sudden, and I moan against her mouth, the sound involuntary and raw.

“I came so fucking hard, bambina…” I lift my gaze to hers, holding it.

“Whispering your name with every wave that hit me. Like you were there. Like you were mine even then.”

Her walls tighten again, fluttering, pulsing around me, and I feel her come apart as the last word leaves my lips.

Fuck.

“Oh god, I’m coming.” She pants. “I’m coming, fuck, Ares !” She cries out, my name on her lips like a prayer, her whole body shaking above me as the climax rips through her, stealing her breath and unravelling her piece by piece.

And she takes me with her.

I bury myself deep, hands gripping her ass as I thrust one final time, hard, full, shattering. A guttural sound tears from my throat as I feel myself spill inside her, every muscle in my body seizing with the force of it.

It’s not just release...no, it’s devastation.

Like everything I’ve ever needed is right here, in her body, in her arms, in the way she gasps against my mouth as though she never wants to let go.

We cling to each other. Breathing hard, faces flushed, drenched in sweat and shaking with everything we just took from each other.

Jordyn collapses against my chest, her heart hammering like a drum.

And I wrap my arms around her tight .

Because letting go is no longer an option... for either of us.