Page 121 of Untamed

I want him to burn the memory of every painful touch I’ve ever felt from my mind. I want him to sear himself into my memory, to break down every wall I’ve constructed and show me what it means to be well and truly loved. I want him. I wantus.

I want it all.

Rodion stalks over to me, and just like that first time I saw him, he’s dripping with lethal Bratva energy. My body sings. My heart soars. When he reaches me, his mouth burns mine with a ferocity that takes my breath away. He grips my ass, and I shift the miles of fabric to hitch my leg up. I love the feel of his hot, strong hand on my thigh.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the clearing sheltered beneath the pines. His hot skin on mine warms me despite the cold. Moonlight filters through the trees.

Rodion’s grip tightens around my waist. When his mouth meets mine, everything else false away. His kiss is feral and bruising, the kind that leaves marks.

I feel the rough scrape of his stubble against my skin as his hands grip my ass, pulling me closer.

I lift my leg, sliding the fabric of my dress up, giving him full access to the bare skin of my thigh. He wastes no time, fingers searing into me, teasing until I don’t feel the cold anymore, and I feel the brush of his rough knuckles against the heat between my legs.

I break the kiss, gasping against his lips.

“Rodion.”

His growl vibrates against my throat as he lifts me effortlessly, cradling me in his arms as if I weigh nothing.

The rough bark of a pine scrapes against my back as he pins me there, his body pressing into mine, his breath hot against my neck. His hands roam, dragging down the straps of my dress until the cool night air hardens my nipples.

He steps back, eyes burning into me as he drinks me in.

“I’ll burn everything before us from your memory,” he rasps, reaching for his belt buckle in one fluid motion. He tugs it from his pants in one pull. “Do you understand me?”

I nod, breathless and aching.

His mouth trails down my collarbone, teeth grazing, biting, sucking until I’m dizzy with need and panting for him. His fingers push aside the fabric pooling at my hips, where I’m already wet and waiting.

“You’re so fucking ready for me,” he whispers, voice thick with approval. His thumb circles my clit slowly, torturing me.

“Rodion.” I moan.

He gives me a wicked grin full of promises.

“Beg for me, little queen.”

I can’t stop the moan that slips free as his fingers slide inside me, curling just right. His other hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me into another fierce kiss.

I come apart for him, trembling, gasping his name, but he doesn’t stop. I feel the hot, hard press of his cock against my legs.

“Tell me you want this.” His voice is rough, barely hanging onto control.

“I want this, Rodion. I wantyou.All of you.”

Pulling back, his eyes meet mine with surprise. He knows as well as I do what that means. Every bit of him, the hardened criminal and wise guy, protector and husband.Allof him.

He drives into me in one hard thrust. I arch into him, legs wrapping around his waist as he fills me. I love the way he stretches me to the edge of pleasure and pain.

Rodion doesn’t hold back—he pounds into me, wild and relentless, each thrust pushing me harder against the tree. I’m begging and pleading, wild with need, as we hold each other so tightly we’ll leave marks.

“You’re mine, Ember.My wife.No one else touches you.”

I cling to him, shattered and whole.

“Yours.”

He drives deeper, his hand fisting my hair to tilt my head back so he can kiss the tender skin at my neck.

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