𝒯𝒽ℯ ℛ𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝒬𝓊ℯℯ𝓃

Chapter |2| Three Blissful Years

A R A B E L L A ' S P.O.V

"Happy anniversary, my gorgeous wife." I grinned to myself as Hardin kissed down my neck, his fingers already starting to undo the dress that had taken a good ten minutes to fit into too.

"Happy anniversary, my handsome husband." Gently prying his hands off the laces of my corset, I quickly turned and shoved him back onto the bed.

"Mhh, baby you're getting a little dominant." I smiled, enjoying the suddenly surge of confidence as I climbed onto his lap and pushed him down against the bed.

My hormones were raging, the sudden need to strip him bare and ride him hard was taking over my every thought. I needed him now.

Hiking my dress up over my waist, I bunched the material to the side, letting the skirt trail down the bed, whilst I yanked out the pins holding my hair up.

Like a waterfall, my black tresses cascaded down, and I leaned forward, wrapping the two of us into a black cocoon. With my lips merely an inch away from Hardin's, I whispered the one thing I knew would drive him crazy.

"Are you ready for me?" He groaned, gripping a fistful of my hair as he slammed his rough lips against mine. A frenzy began, the two of fighting to rip the other's clothes off but of course his were to no avail.

When I had finally stripped off his shirt, I began to tug down his zipper, just imagining the way his hard cock would desecrate my wet pussy.

"Fuck Hardin, I need you so bad. So fucking bad baby," Shoving my thong aside, he plunged two fingers inside of me, quickly changing it to three. I started to rock back and forth again this fingers, soaking up the slow pace which constructed perfectly with the rapid way in which he rubbed my clit.

I could feel my orgasm coming faster than ever before and just I was about to let rip and scream out his name as he brought me to pure ecstasy...a knock sounded on the door.

Fuck noooooo.

I stopped, Hardin stopped and my orgasm quickly vanished, just like that. "That better not be fucking Walter." Hardin grumbled, gently picking me up and setting me down on the bed as he opened the door.

"Rowan?" I perked up, and immediately rushed to the door. My red haired friend came barrelling in, ignoring Hardin's bare chest and my flushed cheeks.

"This came today. A letter from Lilia." I beamed, snatching the letter. It had been so long since we had last spoken, and now that she lived towards the coast, I hadn't seen her in years.

"Thank you Rowan, is that all?" Hardin politely inquired, but I knew from the way he clutched the door that he couldn't wait to ravish me as soon as she left.

"No, happy anniversary and also, the advisors want to see you. Huxley arranged a meeting."

Uh, Huxley. He was a horrible power scheming man who tried to wrap Hardin around his greedy finger. If it was up to us, he would have been gone ages ago but he's old money, meaning we couldn't kick him out without severe backlash.

"Tell them, it's my anniversary and I plan to spend it with my wife." Smiling down at me, he snaked an arm around my waist and tugged me forward, so I could feel the lustful heat radiating off him.