Not Even Close

ARIANA’S POV

We didn’t make it far from the door before he spoke again, voice still rough and ragged from the high we’d just come down from.

“We did it against the door,” Hardin said, smirking as he looked at me like I was both a feast and a sin. “Now it’s time to consummate the bed.”

I blinked, breathless, heart still thudding in my chest. “What?”

He chuckled low in his throat, grabbing my hand and leading me across the room like a man on a mission. I stumbled slightly on shaky legs, laughing despite myself. He shot me a look over his shoulder, all wicked heat and sweet adoration.

“You heard me,” he murmured, pulling me flush against his chest. “The bed’s been watching us all night. Time to give it a show.”

I let out a soft laugh. “You’re insane.”

He kissed me in response—hot and sweet, slow but deep, like he was trying to make love to me with just his mouth. And then, without warning, his hand slid between my thighs, fingers parting me with practiced ease.

“Still so wet for me,” he whispered against my lips. “You really like when I talk dirty, don’t you?”

I moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he slipped two fingers inside me, curling just right. My hips rocked instinctively, chasing the delicious friction.

“Hardin…”

“I love the way you say my name like that,” he growled, his thumb finding my clit and circling it, slow and sinful. “You always sound like you’re right on the edge.”

I was. God, I was.

He swallowed every moan, every whimper, kissing me deeply as his fingers worked me over, teasing me until I was trembling in his arms.

“I want you,” I panted, barely able to speak. “Please…”

He pulled back, just enough to look into my eyes. His were molten, glowing with desire and something deeper—love, adoration, devotion.

“Say it again.”

“I want you.”

He grinned, that wicked smirk back in full force as he stepped away and began undressing. His shirt hit the floor first, then his pants, his briefs following in one smooth motion. He stood there completely bare, cock thick and hard, flushed and ready.

My mouth went dry.

He caught the look in my eyes and winked. “Like what you see?”

I nodded, lips parted.

“Good,” he said, walking toward me slowly like a predator closing in on its prey. “Because I like what I see too.”

He didn’t wait.

He climbed onto the bed and pulled me with him, hovering over me with heat in his eyes. “Open up for me, baby.”

I did, legs spreading instinctively.

He groaned deep in his throat, head falling forward. “Fuck, Ariana. Are you trying to kill me?”

I laughed breathlessly. “Maybe.”

He lowered his head, kissing me again—this time slower, more possessive. Then he pulled back just far enough to murmur, “I’m going to fuck you in this dress first.”

I blinked. “What?”

“That dress…” He growled, dragging his hand up the slit that exposed my thigh. “Drove me crazy. I need to ruin it before I take it off.”

And then he slammed into me in one deep, perfect thrust.

I gasped, back arching off the mattress, eyes flying open as the force of him knocked the breath from my lungs.

“Hardin—!”

He pulled out and thrust again—harder.

Again.

Again.

My body rocked with every motion, his cock filling me completely, stretching me wide and deep in a way that made me lose all coherent thought.

“I’ll never get enough of this,” he muttered, lips brushing my ear. “Of you. Your moans. Your body. Your pussy.”

He emphasized the last word with a sharp snap of his hips that made me cry out.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“You,” I gasped. “Harder. Please—harder!”

He grinned against my skin. “Such a good girl. So fucking greedy for me.”

He reached between us again, rubbing my clit with perfect pressure, sending lightning up my spine.

“You like that?” he asked, voice hoarse.

I couldn’t speak—I could only moan.

“God, Ariana. You’re so perfect. So tight. So mine.”

Every word was filth and worship rolled into one. He wasn’t just claiming my body—he was laying bare his heart, his obsession, his need.

“I love you,” he whispered suddenly, hand still working my clit as he thrust into me with relentless force. “You hear me, baby? I fucking love you.”

My heart clenched. Even in the haze of lust, that made me burn.

I grabbed his face and pulled him down to kiss me, messy and frantic and full of love.

“I love you too,” I breathed.

His thrusts stuttered for a second—just a second—before he let out a guttural growl and picked up the pace, hips slamming into mine so hard I thought the bed might break.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered. “You’re everything. You’re it. You’re mine.”

I was unraveling again—so fast it scared me.

And he knew.

“You close?” he asked, rubbing my clit harder, circling fast and perfect.

“Y-Yes—!”

“Then let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

And I did.

I came hard, body shaking under him, nails clawing into his back as I screamed his name. He fucked me through it, not letting up, drawing every last wave of pleasure out of me until I was limp, wrung out, and trembling.

But he wasn’t done.

“Gonna take this dress off now,” he muttered, dragging the fabric over my head and tossing it aside like it offended him. He looked down at my bare body and groaned. “Christ, Ariana…”

He kissed me again, sweet and hot, as he lifted my leg and angled his hips deeper.

“Hardin—”

“I know,” he said. “I’m right there.”

He slammed into me again, and again, chasing his own release. Every thrust came with a muttered curse or a whispered “mine,” until finally, with a hoarse cry, he spilled inside me, grinding his hips down to bury himself deep.

He collapsed over me, panting hard, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled in each other.

For a long moment, we just lay there—his head on my chest, my fingers in his hair.

His heartbeat matched mine. Erratic. Wild. Alive.

He pressed a kiss to my collarbone, then my jaw, then my lips—soft and reverent.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered. “Not just this—everything.”

I smiled, heart full.

“I know,” I whispered back. “Me too.”

He rolled us so I was on top, arms wrapped around me tight.

“I should let you rest,” he said, grinning. “You’ve been through a lot.”

I arched a brow. “You saying you’re done?”

His smirk turned devilish.

“Baby girl…”

He flipped us again, caging me beneath him with that same hungry gleam in his eyes.

“We’re not done.”

His hand slid between my legs once more, fingers parting me slowly as I gasped.

“Not even close.”
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