Yours
HARDIN'S POV
Her moan was still echoing in my head as I held her close, both of us breathless, her body warm and soft beneath mine. I could’ve stayed like that all night—skin to skin, hearts beating in sync—but then she shifted, her hips moving against me, and I felt it.
The spark.
The hunger.
The slow, dangerous burn reigniting in my veins.
My cock twitched, already hardening again where I still rested inside her.
She felt it too. Her lips curved into a wicked smile against mine.
I growled low in my throat, the sound rumbling through my chest. “You do this to me, Ari.”
My hands slid down her sides, over her hips, gripping the curve of her ass possessively.
She bit her lip, teasing. “You’re insatiable.”
“With you?” I murmured, rolling my hips just enough to make her gasp. “Always,”
I kissed her hard—hungry and deep—and then I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up into the air. She gave a soft gasp, her knees digging into the sheets, spine arching beautifully for me.
“Hardin…” she whispered, voice breathy, already wrecked.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I rasped, running my hand over the curve of her backside. “I’ve got you.”
And then I brought my palm down.
Once. Sharp. A sting followed by a moan that had me gripping myself to stay in control.
“You like that?” I asked, massaging the spot I’d just slapped.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes.”
I lined myself up again, heart hammering, and drove into her in one hard, claiming thrust.
She cried out—loud and beautiful—and my control shattered.
I slammed into her again, and again, setting a brutal rhythm that had her keening, her hands clutching the sheets, her body trembling.
“Hardin!” she cried, voice hoarse, wild.
“That’s it,” I growled, leaning over her back, kissing the sweat-slicked skin of her shoulder. “Scream for me, baby. Let the whole damn world know who you belong to.”
“You!” she gasped. “You—only you—”
I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling gently, angling her head back so I could whisper right into her ear. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” she moaned. “God, I’m yours—always.”
A groan tore from my throat, and I slammed into her harder, her name a chant on my lips.
I brought my hand between her legs, found her clit, and began to play her like an instrument. She moaned at the sensation, her body already strung so tight.
“You feel that?” I hissed, teasing her little bundle of nerves with ruthless precision. “You feel how wet you are for me? How perfect this pussy is?”
“Yes,” she cried, rocking back against me. “Hardin, please—please don’t stop—”
I didn’t.
I lost myself in her.
My hips snapped forward again and again, the sound of skin meeting skin loud and filthy, her moans getting higher, more desperate, her body quivering with every thrust.
“You were made for me,” I said through gritted teeth. “This body—this tight, sweet little body—mine. Say it.”
“Yours!” she screamed. “I’m yours—Hardin, please, I can’t—I’m—”
Her voice broke off into a scream as she came, her whole body clenching around me, her orgasm crashing through her like a damn tidal wave.
But I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
I kept going, drawing it out, fucking her through it until she was a boneless mess beneath me, her body shaking, her hands clawing at the sheets.
And then I pulled out.
Only long enough to flip her onto her back and enter her again in one powerful thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist on instinct.
I pinned her wrists above her head, my other hand still between her thighs, working her clit in tight, relentless circles.
“Again,” I whispered. “Give me another. Let me see you fall apart for me, baby.”
“I can’t—” she gasped, eyes wild and wet.
“You can,” I growled, slamming into her. “You will.”
And then I kissed her, devouring her mouth like I needed it to breathe. She moaned into me, her body arching, trembling. My name spilled from her lips like a prayer.
“Hardin—Hardin—God—”
Her second orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike, her legs clamping around me, her cries muffled against my mouth as she broke into pieces beneath me.
I followed seconds later, burying myself deep as I came with a roar, holding her tight as I emptied every last drop into her.
For a moment, everything stopped.
No sound.
No movement.
Just the thunder of our hearts and the soft whimper of her breath.
I kissed her temple. Her cheek. Her lips.
“I love you,” I whispered. “More than I know how to say.”
She blinked up at me, eyes glassy and full of emotion. “I know,” she whispered back. “I feel it. Every time you touch me… I feel it.”
I brushed her hair from her face, tracing her jaw with my thumb. “You okay?”
She nodded, lips parting in a soft smile. “Yeah… you just ruined me again.”
I smirked, brushing my lips across hers. “You love it,”
She giggled, but it was lazy and slow, her body completely spent.
I rolled onto my side and pulled her into my chest, wrapping her up in my arms. Our legs tangled, skin sticky with sweat, breaths still uneven.
She laid her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
“Did I… did I really scream that loud?” she asked, face buried in my neck.
I laughed, a deep, satisfied sound. “Oh, sweetheart… you sang. Whole building probably knows my name now.”
She smacked my chest playfully, and I caught her hand, kissing her knuckles.
“I love when you fall apart like that,” I said quietly. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She lifted her head, her expression softening. “You’re not so bad yourself, Hardin. Pretty sure you broke the bed.”
I glanced at the headboard, one corner hanging loose.
“Oops.”
We both laughed, warm and breathless.
Then silence fell again.
Not awkward.
Not empty.
Just peaceful.
I held her tighter.
And she let me.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours. I didn’t know. Time stopped with her in my arms.
“I like being yours,” she said finally, her voice soft and sleepy.
I kissed her forehead. “You are mine. Every inch of you. Heart, body, soul.”
“And you’re mine,” she murmured, snuggling closer. “Don’t forget that.”
I chuckled. “I never could.”
Her breathing slowed. Her body relaxed. And I felt her start to drift.
I wasn’t far behind.
Sleep pulled at me like gravity, but even as my eyes closed, one thought rang through my mind like a vow.
This woman—Ariana—was everything.
My fire.
My peace.
My home.
And I would spend the rest of my life worshiping her the way she deserved.
Even if it meant breaking the bed every damn night.
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