Are You Satisfied?
ARIANA’S POV
We lay there, tangled together, hearts racing, bodies slick with sweat and need. The air was thick with heat, the scent of sex clinging to the sheets and skin. I tried to catch my breath, but it was like every inhale brought in more of him—his scent, his warmth, his intensity.
Hardin’s head rested on my chest, his lips grazing the curve of my breast as he whispered, “You drive me insane, you know that?”
I smiled, still panting, fingers threading through his damp hair. “I think that’s mutual.”
He kissed my skin again, slow and reverent. Then he shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at me. The hunger in his eyes hadn’t faded. If anything, it had deepened—smoldering, molten, possessive.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down the line of my jaw, then across my collarbone. “Every part of you. Every single inch.”
Heat bloomed in my chest—and between my legs. Again. God, how did he do this to me with just words?
He bent down and kissed my breast, lips brushing over the peak before his tongue darted out to flick it. My breath hitched. He smirked against my skin.
“You have the most perfect tits,” he murmured. “Soft. Sweet. Made for my mouth.”
I let out a shaky breath as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue circling, teasing, before pulling back just enough to blow cool air over it. My back arched in response, nerves firing, body already winding up again.
“You like that?” he asked, voice low and wicked.
“God, yes…”
He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention—kissing, licking, sucking—until my moans filled the room again. My fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he worshipped me with his mouth.
Then, without warning, he kissed his way down my body—slow, hot kisses on my ribs, my stomach, lower still.
“I want to taste you,” he said, voice hoarse. “Really taste you.”
I trembled beneath him. “Hardin…”
“Shh,” he whispered, settling between my legs. “Let me love you.”
His hands pushed my thighs apart, and then his mouth was on me—his tongue stroking over my folds, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. My head fell back with a gasp.
“Oh my God—”
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured, voice muffled against my core. “I could stay here forever.”
And then he did exactly that.
He licked me slowly at first, teasing and tasting, before his tongue found my clit and circled it just right. I cried out, hips bucking, fingers flying to his hair to anchor myself.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop…”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he growled against me, tongue flicking faster. “I want you to come on my tongue. I want to feel you fall apart.”
He sucked on my clit, gentle and then firm, switching between strokes and circles like he knew exactly what would drive me wild. My thighs trembled, heart racing, breath coming in broken moans.
“Hardin—I’m—”
“Do it, baby,” he said, sliding a finger inside me while his mouth never stopped. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
I shattered.
Pleasure exploded through me, my back arching, hands clutching his head as I came with a scream. He didn’t stop—licking me through it, tongue greedy and relentless, like he wanted to drink every drop of my release.
When I finally collapsed against the pillows, breathless and trembling, he crawled up my body, eyes dark and burning with pride.
“You’re unreal,” he whispered, kissing me softly, letting me taste myself on his lips.
I was still gasping, my body limp and buzzing, but I managed a breathless laugh. “You’re dangerous.”
He grinned. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
We lay there, tangled and sweat-soaked, my body draped over his as he stroked my back with lazy hands. The room was quiet, only the sound of our breathing filling the space. I felt warm and full and alive.
After a few minutes, I turned my head to look at him, still catching my breath. “Satisfied now?”
He let out a laugh, the deep, gravelly kind that rumbled in his chest and made me smile.
“Sweetheart…” he said, rolling us so he was on top again, his body already hardening against mine, “I could live a thousand years and still never get enough of you.”
I laughed, breathless. “You’re insatiable.”
“You say that like you’re surprised.”
He kissed me again—soft, slow, but with a promise behind it. A promise of more.
Then he trailed kisses down my neck, murmuring between each one, “You’re mine. All mine. Every inch of you.”
His lips found my breasts again, but this time he was slower, more tender, as if rediscovering them. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, moaning low in his throat like he was tasting something divine.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Your body, your moans, your taste. It drives me fucking crazy.”
I was already melting again. Every touch, every word—it was like he had rewired me to respond only to him.
“I want you again,” I whispered.
His eyes flared. “Yeah?”
“Please…”
That wicked smirk was back, slow and confident. “Beg for it.”
“Hardin—”
“Beg,” he repeated, kissing my neck. “Say you want me to fuck you again. Say you want to feel me inside you. Say you love it.”
“I love it,” I whispered, trembling. “I love the way you make me feel. I love your mouth. Your hands. Your cock.”
He growled and grabbed my hips, lining himself up.
“You love this?” he asked, voice rough as he slid just the head of his cock inside me. “Love how I fill you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Please—fuck me. I need it.”
That was all it took.
He slammed into me again, hard and deep, making me cry out as he filled me completely. His body moved with purpose, rhythm precise, hips slamming into mine like he owned me.
And God, maybe he did.
Because right now, I was his. Entirely.
He thrust into me over and over, his name falling from my lips in broken cries, his body pressing mine into the mattress. Every inch of him was heat and power and love.
“You feel that?” he panted. “That’s me claiming you. Every thrust. Every stroke. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I moaned. “Only yours.”
He kissed me fiercely, tongue sliding against mine as his thrusts got faster, rougher. My nails raked down his back, and he groaned, thrusting harder in response.
I was close again. So close.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.”
I shattered again, clenching around him as he drove deep, moaning his name like a prayer. He followed with a guttural cry, spilling inside me as our bodies trembled together.
He collapsed over me again, chest heaving, his arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go.
And I didn’t want him to.
We lay there, wrapped in each other, sweat-soaked and breathless, our bodies humming with satisfaction and love.
After a long, perfect silence, I smiled against his shoulder. “Now are you satisfied?”
He laughed again, pulling me tighter. “Never. But for now…”
He kissed the top of my head, whispering like a secret, “For now, I just want to hold you.”
And he did.
And I let him.
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