Taking Care of Her
HARDIN’S POV
“Wait,” I rasped, breath ragged, hand trembling in her soaked hair. “Wait, wait, wait—”
She paused, looking up at me with her mouth still around me, eyes blazing mischief and devotion. Her lips were slick, swollen, sinful. God help me.
I gently but firmly pulled her up, gripping under her arms as I guided her to stand. She rose slowly, her bare, glistening body like some fever-dream fantasy come to life, water sliding down every perfect curve. Her breath hitched as our faces met again, eyes locking.
My mouth crashed against hers.
Not a kiss. A claiming.
Desperate. Deep. Consuming.
She moaned against my lips, and I felt it like a lightning bolt down my spine.
“I want to finish inside you,” I growled against her mouth, voice dark and thick with need.
Her lips parted in a sharp gasp, and that was all the permission I needed.
I spun her around, pinning her against the slick marble wall, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock pressed against her entrance, pulsing, demanding, and then—
I thrust inside her.
Hard.
Deep.
We both cried out, the sound swallowed by the echo of water and need in the air.
“God, Hardin—” she gasped, her voice cracking as her head thudded lightly against the tile. Her nails dug into my shoulders, legs tightening around my waist like she never wanted to let go.
“You feel—fuck—so good,” I groaned, thrusting deeper, harder. The tight heat of her, the way she clung to me, the wet slap of skin against skin—it was all consuming, all fire.
The rhythm built fast, urgent, our bodies colliding over and over, water raining down over us like a blessing. Her cries spurred me on, each moan a declaration, a need, a surrender.
I angled my hips and she screamed, her body arching, walls fluttering around me.
“That spot?” I panted. “Right there?”
“Yes—oh God, yes—don’t stop—Hardin, please—”
I slammed into her again, again, each thrust deeper than the last, her back arched against the cold tile, contrast to the burn of our bodies. I watched her fall apart—face twisted in pleasure, lashes wet, lips trembling.
“You’re mine,” I growled in her ear. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she said. “All yours. Always.”
I groaned, buried deep in her, barely holding back the edge.
But I wanted more.
I needed more.
Without warning, I pulled out.
She whimpered at the loss.
But I spun her gently, pressing her hands against the wall, her back arching, ass pushing back toward me like her body already knew what I was about to do.
I slid into her again from behind in one slow, brutal stroke.
Her moan cracked into a scream.
“Fuck!” she gasped. “Hardin—deeper—please—”
I gritted my teeth, jaw tight, as I sank into her over and over, gripping her hips with bruising force. Her hair clung wet to her back, her body shuddering with each thrust.
Then I reached around her front, fingers finding her clit.
She cried out, hips jerking against mine.
“Hardin—Hardin—Hardin—!”
I rubbed fast, tight circles, my other hand moving up to splay across her stomach as I pounded into her, every inch of me desperate to lose myself in her.
“You love it like this, don’t you?” I breathed in her ear. “Being filled… while I touch you right here?”
“Yes!” she moaned. “Don’t stop—I’m gonna—oh my God—”
I thrust harder.
Deeper.
And when her orgasm slammed into her, she shook, her scream echoing off the marble, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
That did it.
The second I felt her come undone, I followed.
I spilled into her with a broken groan, stars dancing behind my eyes as I lost myself completely. My hips stuttered, rhythm collapsing, and I held her so tight I thought we’d fuse into one.
We stood there like that—collapsed against the wall, bodies trembling, hearts racing—water washing away everything but each other.
Eventually, I turned her gently in my arms, brushing wet hair from her face. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy and dazed.
I kissed her.
Softly this time.
Tenderly.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, forehead resting against hers. “Every goddamn time.”
She smiled, exhausted and glowing, and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Worth every drop of hot water.”
I chuckled hoarsely. “We’re probably going to fog up the whole building.”
“Let it.” Her arms wrapped around my neck again. “Let the world see.”
We stayed like that for a moment—bodies cooling, the water turning from scorching to warm to tepid. When it finally started going cold, I turned the dial off and reached for a towel.
“Come here,” I murmured, wrapping her in the thick fabric and pulling her into my chest.
She leaned into me, skin damp, heartbeat steady.
I dried her gently, reverently—patting her skin, brushing water from her legs, her arms, her back. Then I slipped one of my shirts over her—long, soft, falling mid-thigh—and watched her smile as she sank into the scent of me.
I toweled myself off quickly, still slightly breathless, then pulled on a pair of boxers before lifting her again bridal-style.
“Hardin…” she whispered, burying her face into my neck.
“Shh,” I said softly. “You wore me out. Least I can do is carry you to bed.”
I laid her down on the cool sheets, tugging the covers over us as I slid in beside her. My arm wrapped tightly around her middle, anchoring her to me. Her back nestled against my chest, her legs tangled with mine, her hair damp against my jaw.
She sighed.
That soft, content sound I lived for.
But I could feel it—the weight still lingering beneath her skin.
She thought I didn’t notice.
But I did.
Whatever had shaken her last night—it hadn’t vanished. Just retreated beneath the surface for now. I knew it the way you know a storm is coming even before the clouds gather. Her body was softer, calmer now—but her mind? Still spinning.
I kissed the back of her head.
“You okay?” I murmured, my hand tracing lazy circles on her hip.
She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
Liar.
But I didn’t call her on it.
Not yet.
Instead, I just held her close.
For now.
Whatever this was—whatever was haunting her—I’d face it with her. Fight it. Break it apart and rebuild whatever she needed.
Because this woman?
She wasn’t just my addiction.
She was my oxygen.
And I’d burn the whole goddamn world before I let anything take her from me.
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