Tell Me What You Want

HARDIN'S POV

She took me into her mouth like a goddess designed to ruin men.

Hot, slow, deliberate.

I groaned, my head snapping back as the first slide of her tongue wrapped around the head of my cock. Her lips were soft, wet, sinful. She didn’t rush. No—Ariana knew exactly what she was doing, and she was savoring every second of it.

“Fuck, baby…” I hissed, my hand automatically tangling in her hair. Not to control her—but to anchor myself. Because if I didn’t hold on to something, I’d lose it right then and there.

Her tongue teased the underside, dragging slowly as her lips moved lower, taking more of me with every sensual descent. She moaned softly, the vibration traveling straight through my core, and I cursed again, the sound torn from somewhere deep in my chest.

“You’re gonna kill me,” I whispered through clenched teeth.

She looked up at me with those devilish, blue eyes—mouth full of me, gaze full of fire—and I nearly lost it.

Her rhythm was merciless. Soft lips, swirling tongue, just enough suction to make my hips buck involuntarily. I couldn’t help it. Every nerve ending in my body was alive, crackling under the pleasure she delivered with expert precision.

“God, Ariana…” My voice broke. “You’re… fuck.”

Her fingers dug into my thighs as she picked up the pace, taking me deeper, humming around me like she was enjoying this more than anything else. The slick sound of her mouth working me filled the room, indecent and perfect.

I could feel it building.

The pressure. The heat. The madness.

I tightened my grip in her hair—not hard, just enough to warn her.

“Baby… if you don’t stop, I’m going to—”

She didn’t stop.

She doubled down.

And then I shattered.

A loud, guttural groan tore from my throat as my climax ripped through me. My hips jerked forward, and she held me steady, taking every last drop as I emptied into her mouth.

My vision blurred for a moment.

I was panting, chest heaving, completely undone.

She pulled back slowly, deliberately. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip, and then—damn her—she smirked.

“Delicious,” she whispered.

That did it.

Whatever fragile restraint I had left snapped in an instant.

I growled low in my throat, surging forward and grabbing her by the waist. “You think you’re in control, sweetheart?” I whispered darkly. “Game’s over.”

She let out a breathy laugh as I hauled her up, crashing my lips against hers. I tasted myself on her tongue, and it only fueled the hunger roaring inside me.

I walked her backward toward the bed, not breaking the kiss. She let me—barely—but her eyes sparkled with mischief, still riding the high of her victory.

I didn’t mind.

Because now it was my turn.

I laid her down slowly, gently, as if she were a prize I’d fought a war for. In a way, she was.

Then I knelt between her legs and looked down at her—her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath that scandalous black lace.

“Time to unwrap my prize,” I said, my voice thick with lust.

Her breath caught as I slid my hands up her thighs, grazing the garters, then the curve of her waist. I hooked a finger into the delicate lace and tugged.

Slowly.

Teasingly.

She squirmed under me, biting her bottom lip.

“Tease,” she whispered.

I bent down and kissed just above her navel. “You started it.”

Piece by piece, I peeled the lingerie from her body—every inch of exposed skin kissed, licked, worshipped. Her moans were soft at first, delicate gasps that grew louder with each pass of my tongue.

When I reached her breasts, I took my time. My mouth closed around one nipple while my hand teased the other, and she arched beneath me, a throaty whimper escaping her lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmured, trailing kisses down her ribs, her stomach, the soft swell of her hips.

And then I reached her center.

Already glistening.

Already wet.

For me.

I looked up at her as I spread her thighs, locking eyes with her. “Ready?”

Ariana’s voice was nothing more than a desperate whisper. “Please.”

I dove in without hesitation.

My tongue slid through her folds slowly, deliberately. She cried out, her hands flying to grip the sheets. I licked again, savoring the taste of her, the way her body trembled beneath me. I flicked her clit lightly, and she bucked, moaning.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” I growled into her, then sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her hands found my hair, fingers fisting in the strands as she cried out again. “Oh—God, yes—don’t stop…”

I didn’t.

I buried my tongue inside her, slow thrusts that had her moaning louder with every stroke. Her thighs clenched around my head, her hips grinding against my mouth. I loved it. Loved the way she lost control for me.

I reached up, my thumb circling her clit as I licked her deeper.

Her moans turned into screams.

“Fuck—yes—right there—don’t stop—”

I didn’t.

I wanted to wreck her. Worship her. Make her fall apart in my hands, over and over again.

And then I felt her tighten.

The tremble.

The hitch in her breath.

The way her thighs started to shake.

She was close.

“Come for me, Ariana,” I growled against her. “Let me taste you.”

That was all it took.

She shattered.

Her scream echoed off the walls, raw and beautiful, her back arching, body trembling. I didn’t stop until she was done—until every last wave of her orgasm had washed through her.

Only then did I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and climbing up her body.

She looked up at me, flushed and gasping, her eyes glassy with pleasure. She reached up, touching my face.

“I love you,” she whispered, voice shaky.

I froze for half a second, stunned by the raw honesty in her eyes.

“I love you too,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So much it hurts.”

She smiled, something soft and real and vulnerable in her expression that made my heart twist.

But the moment didn’t last long—because desire flared again, just as quickly.

Her hand slid between us, wrapping around me, still hard, still aching for her.

I groaned, my eyes darkening.

“You’re insatiable,” I whispered.

She grinned, wicked and sweet. “With you? Always.”

I kissed her again—slow, deep, consuming—before positioning myself at her entrance. I paused, letting the moment stretch.

“Tell me you want me.”

She looked up at me with absolute certainty. “I want you.”

And then I pushed in.
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