Killing Him Slowly
HARDIN’S POV
She was going to kill me.
Not with a knife, not with bullets—
But with the way she looked at me like I was hers. Like she knew every vulnerable corner of me… and loved me anyway.
Ariana straddled my lap, her thighs hugging my hips, skirt bunched up around her waist like a silent invitation. Her blouse was gone, her bra discarded. Her skin brushed against mine with a softness that turned my bones to ash.
Her eyes locked on mine, and I knew—I was done for.
My cock throbbed against my pants, already straining for her. Red. Leaking. Desperate. And when she reached between us and popped the button open, my hips jerked in anticipation.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she slid the zipper down.
She looked at me—smirking, dangerous—and slowly pulled my pants past my hips until I was springing free. My shaft slapped against my stomach, hard and angry and aching.
And then she did something that made my breath hitch.
She reached down, hooked her fingers into her lacy panties, and slid them down her legs with that same deliberate tease that was driving me mad. When they reached her ankles, she picked them up and tossed them—at me.
I caught them in my palm.
Still warm.
Still wet.
Still her.
My jaw clenched so tightly I felt it in my temples. I growled, low and deep. “You’re gonna make me lose control, baby.”
“Good,” she whispered, crawling back up over me.
When her bare heat settled on top of my cock, skin to skin, every muscle in my body turned electric.
“Shit, Ariana.”
I gripped her waist, fingers digging in, trying to hold on to some last shred of patience—but there was none left. She leaned forward, kissing me slow, lips soft and sinful, tongue tangling with mine. My hands roamed up her back, across her ribs, until I was cupping her bare breasts, thumbing her nipples until she whimpered into my mouth.
Then she started grinding.
Soft. Slow. Just the slick heat of her sliding against my shaft, dragging her wet folds over me again and again.
My head fell back against the couch. “Shit… fuck, baby…”
“You feel that?” she whispered, voice like silk and smoke. “That’s what you do to me.”
I opened my eyes, barely able to breathe. “You’re soaked for me.”
“Only you,” she said.
She shifted, one hand guiding me to her entrance. My tip caught against her folds, and we both froze. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her bottom lip as she rubbed me through her slick heat, teasing us both.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” she murmured, brushing me right over her clit.
“Don’t play with me,” I warned, panting. “I need you so fucking bad I could die right here.”
“Then watch me,” she said, eyes glowing.
She sank down—slowly, painfully slow—her walls stretching to take me inch by inch. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and her mouth fell open on a moan that nearly ripped my soul in two.
I gritted my teeth, hands locked on her hips as I fought the urge to thrust up and bury myself all the way in one brutal stroke.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.”
She whimpered, adjusting to my size, riding that line between pain and pleasure. And when she was seated fully, her forehead dropped to mine, both of us trembling.
“I missed this,” she breathed. “Missed you.”
I couldn’t speak. My whole body was strung tight like a live wire.
Then she started to move.
At first, it was just a slow roll of her hips. But with each bounce, each grind, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. My cock dragged against her velvet heat, every thrust sending sparks straight through me.
Her moans grew louder. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, caressing her waist, sliding down to the curve of her ass as she rode me with wild, beautiful abandon.
“You feel like heaven,” I growled, meeting her thrusts with my own. “Mine. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yours. Always yours.”
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I wrapped an arm around her back and flipped us, laying her down beneath me, her hair fanned out across the cushions like a halo made of sin.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in deeper.
And then I started to move—fast, hard, relentless.
Our bodies crashed together like waves in a storm. She cried out beneath me, clawing at my back, begging for more.
“Hardin… oh god… don’t stop!”
“Never,” I growled, lips on her neck, tongue tasting the sweat that coated her skin. “Not until you scream for me.”
I reached between us, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight little circles until her body jerked beneath me.
She shattered in my arms, crying out my name like a song made only for me. Her walls clenched around me, tight and wet and perfect.
I lost it.
My rhythm faltered. My hips bucked once, twice—and then I was spilling into her with a groan that sounded more like a prayer.
“Fuck, Ariana…”
I collapsed on top of her, breath ragged, heart thundering like it wanted to leap from my chest.
She was gasping beneath me, legs still trembling, arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders as if she’d never let go.
I pressed my face into the curve of her neck, inhaling her. Letting the scent of us—of love and sex and sweat—wash over me.
“I don’t want us to ever fight again,” I whispered.
She didn’t answer right away.
Instead, her fingers slid into my hair, nails gently scratching my scalp as she whispered, “Well, if you don't piss me off again.”
I chuckled before lifting my head, staring into her eyes.
“I won’t. Not again.”
“You swear?”
“I swear on everything I am, Ariana. You’re it for me.”
Her lips curled, soft and sweet.
“Then get comfortable, baby,” she murmured. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
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