Chapter 21 - Untamed

Jay's POV

The moment the bedroom door closed behind us, Kiefer had me pressed against the wall. No words. No teasing. Just hands and lips claiming me like he'd been starving for it. My dress was still on, tight against my skin, and the way he pressed into me had my knees weakening instantly.

"You're mine," he growled, dragging me to the bed. I didn't resist. Fuck, I didn't want to. My hands were on him before I even realized it, undoing buttons, tugging at his waistband, brushing skin I'd been craving for weeks.

He lowered me onto the bed, straddling me, lips everywhere—on my neck, my collarbone, trailing teasing bites down my chest. Every touch made me shiver, moan, arch closer. My hands were tangled in his hair, nails scraping his shoulders, desperate for friction, for more.

"You drive me insane," I gasped.

"And you love it," he whispered, teeth grazing my jaw. "Admit it."

"Yes..." I moaned, hips pressing into him. "God... yes..."

His hands moved under my dress, exploring, teasing, making me gasp and arch, nails digging into his back. He grinned against my skin, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Clothes," he muttered, tugging the hem of my dress higher. I didn't argue. I never did when he looked at me like that. My bra was gone in a heartbeat, and his mouth found every curve, every sensitive spot.

"Oh, Kief..." I whispered, shivering. "Don't... stop..."

"I never stop," he growled, sliding his hand under me, moving slow and deliberate. My back arched, legs wrapping around him as he pressed closer. Every stroke, every graze, every bite was measured to make me burn, scream, and melt at the same time.

I tugged him down into a rough, desperate kiss, moaning as his hand teased the place I wanted him most. Every push, every stroke, every flick of his fingers made me dizzy, lightheaded, and oh-so-hungry for more.

"Cum for me," he whispered against my lips, voice low and commanding.

I lost control immediately, nails raking down his back, hips lifting, moaning, my body shaking as waves of pleasure tore through me. He pressed his lips to mine, teeth grazing, hands everywhere, and I clung to him like I couldn't survive without him.

When I finally collapsed against him, trembling, sweaty, and utterly spent, he pulled me close, kissing my forehead, brushing hair from my face.

"You're insane," I whispered, voice soft, barely audible.

"And you love it," he teased, slipping his arm around me, holding me tight.

"Yes... maybe..." I murmured, resting my head on his chest.

Kiefer's POV

Seeing her like that—her chest heaving, body trembling, skin flushed and slick—made me ache in ways I hadn't expected. She was wild, untamed, and completely mine. Every gasp, every shiver, every claw of her nails on my back—it was fuel.

Her hands tugged at me, pulling, claiming, desperate and messy. I groaned against her skin, teeth grazing her shoulder, lips brushing every curve I could reach. She was mine, and I intended to make her feel it with every inch of me.

"You're perfect," I murmured, voice low, dangerous. "Every inch of you... mine."

She whimpered, shivering, fingers gripping me like she couldn't let go. I smiled darkly, moving with deliberate intent, teasing, stroking, sliding, pressing, grinding, until she was screaming my name, begging for more.

"Mine," I whispered, pressing my lips to hers, teeth grazing, tongue sliding, hands everywhere. "All of this... all of you... mine."

"Yes... yours..." she gasped, arching, shivering, trembling beneath me.

Her body was fire. She moved instinctively, hips pressing into mine, nails leaving marks, moans loud and ragged. Every shiver, every tug, every gasp was perfect, feeding me, driving me over the edge.

I leaned into her, biting, licking, kissing, hands sliding under her, moving her closer, teasing her until she shuddered again and again. Her cries, her desperation, her total surrender—it was addictive, insane, and I never wanted it to end.

I whispered her name against her lips, teeth grazing her jaw, and she screamed it back at me, a mixture of want and need that made me groan.

Her body clung to mine, every inch quivering, and when she came again, I groaned deep in my chest, letting the sound rumble into her ears, letting her feel every bit of me, claiming her utterly.

She collapsed against me, trembling, breathing ragged, hair in disarray, lips swollen. I held her, kissed her temple, whispered into her hair.

"You're mine," I breathed. "Forever."

"Yes... forever..." she whispered back, voice soft, broken in the best way.

And in that messy, sweaty, perfect aftermath, we didn't move. We didn't speak. We just held each other, tangled, exhausted, completely consumed. Nothing else existed. Not the world, not anyone else—just us.