The Best Gift
HARDIN'S POV
I stayed buried inside her, unmoving, completely overwhelmed by the way her body wrapped around mine like it was made just for me. We were still, our breaths the only sound between us, chests heaving, skin damp, her nails pressing gently into my back as if anchoring me in place.
God, this woman.
She undid me.
Every. Damn. Time.
My forehead rested against hers, our noses brushing. Her lips were parted, still swollen from our last kiss, and her eyes—those impossibly blue, sinful eyes—were dazed and shining with so much emotion it nearly shattered me all over again.
“I don’t want to move,” I murmured hoarsely, my voice low and rough from everything she’d just pulled out of me. “I just want to stay like this. Inside you. Forever.”
Her hands slid up my spine, her touch featherlight, like she was savoring me the same way I savored her. “Then don’t move yet,” she whispered. “Just stay.”
So I did.
I kissed her slowly—softly this time. Reverent. A brush of lips that spoke the words I couldn’t form. My love for her felt too big for language. Too overwhelming for anything other than this soul-deep stillness where our bodies were one and our hearts beat in sync.
She sighed into my mouth, her thighs tightening slightly around my waist, and her hips gave the slightest shift.
That sound—God.
That moan.
That little, needy sound of hers.
It broke the last thread of restraint I had left.
A low growl rumbled up my throat as I pulled back just enough to look at her. “You keep making sounds like that, baby, and I won’t be able to keep this slow.”
Her eyes darkened, pupils dilating with lust. “Then don’t,” she said softly. “I don’t want slow anymore. I want you. All of you.”
I kissed her again, hard and messy this time, tongue sweeping into her mouth with desperation, with hunger. She kissed me back with just as much fire, moaning into me as I started to move.
Slow at first.
Long, deep strokes that had her gasping my name.
Her legs wrapped tighter around me, pulling me in deeper, her back arching as her nails scratched lightly down my back.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned against her mouth, rolling my hips again. “So fucking tight. So perfect. Every single time.”
Her breath caught, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
My pace quickened, every thrust harder than the last until I was slamming into her, the sound of our bodies meeting over and over filling the room like a symphony of desire. Her moans turned into cries, her hands fisting the sheets, her entire body trembling beneath mine.
“Yes! Fuck—yes—right there!” she screamed.
“Say my name,” I rasped, slamming into her again.
“Hardin!” she cried. “Oh, God—Hardin, more!”
That was all it took.
I lost it.
Completely.
I fucked her like a man possessed, like she was the only thing keeping me alive. Every stroke was a promise. Every kiss, every moan, every filthy word I whispered into her ear was a confession of love wrapped in lust.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my lips trailing down her neck. “All fucking mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear these sounds. Just me.”
“Only you,” she gasped, her hands gripping my ass, pulling me deeper. “Always only you.”
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I whispered, lips brushing her jaw. “I could spend a thousand lifetimes inside you and still crave more.”
She cried out, her orgasm building fast again.
I felt her body start to tremble. Felt the walls of her pussy clench around me. Felt her heart racing against mine.
“Come with me, baby,” I panted, sweat dripping down my spine. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”
She screamed my name, her body tightening, shaking beneath me as her climax tore through her like a storm. I followed her, groaning her name against her neck as I spilled inside her, holding her tightly through the aftershocks, kissing her temple, her cheeks, her lips—anywhere I could reach.
I collapsed onto my elbows, still inside her, completely spent and completely full.
She cupped my face, pulling me down for another kiss—this one lazy and full of contentment.
“Fuck,” I breathed against her lips. “That was… I don’t even have words.”
She giggled, breathless. “You don’t need to. I felt it.”
I smiled down at her, brushing her damp hair from her forehead. “You okay?”
She nodded, her eyes shining. “More than okay.”
We laid like that for a while, tangled together in a mess of limbs, our bodies humming from what we’d just shared.
I couldn’t stop touching her. My fingers traced little circles on her side, my lips pressed soft kisses against her shoulder, her collarbone, her pulse.
“I’m the luckiest bastard alive,” I murmured.
She blinked up at me, still flushed, her voice barely a whisper. “You really mean that?”
I nodded. “Hell yeah. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love you.”
Her smile faded into something softer, more intimate. “You belong to me,” she said suddenly, her tone fierce, possessive.
I grinned, teasing. “Is that because you’re jealous of Beatrice?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she shoved my shoulder playfully. “Don’t even say her name right now.”
I laughed, the sound deep and genuine, rolling us slightly so she was on top of me, her legs straddling my hips. My hands found her thighs, gripping them as I looked up at her.
“She doesn’t stand a chance,” Ariana said, smug and absolutely sure of herself.
“No,” I said, pulling her down for another kiss. “She doesn’t. You ruined me. There’s no coming back from you.”
She nipped at my bottom lip, smirking. “Good.”
I chuckled. “You like ruining me, don’t you?”
“Very much.”
I flipped us again, pinning her beneath me, my cock already hardening again between her thighs.
She gasped. “Again?”
I leaned down, kissing her neck. “You did this to me. Your fault.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Insatiable.”
“With you?” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers. “Always.”
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and then she grinned up at me. “So… do you like your surprise?”
My brows lifted. “Do you want to know the answer?”
She nodded.
I growled. “Hell. Fucking. Yes.”
She laughed—gorgeous and shameless—and then bit her lip. “Happy early birthday.”
“You’re my gift every damn day,” I said seriously, pressing my forehead to hers.
She went still for a second, her eyes searching mine. “I love you, Hardin.”
“I love you too, Ariana.” I paused, brushing my knuckles down her cheek. “You’re my home. My fire. My everything.”
Her eyes filled, and she blinked quickly, smiling through the shimmer in her lashes. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I plan to keep you forever.”
I kissed her again, slow and deep, and as I slid into her for the second time, her moan filled the room again.
And I knew—without a doubt—this woman was mine.
And I’d never let her go.
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