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Chapter |26| Lay Me Beneath The Stars

A R A B E L L A ' S    P.O.V

Stars were littered across the sky, lighting up the black canvas that stretched far past the horizon. I curled my knees up to my chest, letting my chin drop to them as I stared out at the beautiful night sky.

I heard a thumping sign, coming from below the roof. A hand grabbed one of the tiles as he pulled himself up. Hardin's eyes met mine, a flash of relief in them as he crawled towards me.

A cold gust of air hit me, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body. Then suddenly a heavy jacket was draped over my shoulders, shielding me from the cold.

"Thank you," I murdered, my eyes never straying from the sky. Hardin sat besides me, one leg stretched out before him and the other bent at the knee. One arm supported me, whilst the other was carelessly slung around my shoulders, pulling me in close.

"Never thank me for that." He pecked my temple. "I'll shield you from anything, the rain, the cold, your pain. Xander will talk to the producers of the show, find out where they got all that false information wrong."

I sighed, finding my voice. "What if everyone thinks it's true?"

"They won't, and if they do then they're fools. Whoever said that obviously wanted to create a portrait of you as a monster, meaning that they're desperate. No-one will believe that you wanted...our child gone." I didn't respond, how could I to that?

Instead I let my tears fall.

"Why did you come up here Arabella?"

The roof. It was our place. How could I not come here? The night, the stars, the full moon beaming over me. This was my safe place, and the memories that followed it were all happy reminiscences of the past.

"We kissed here. Under the stars, with the moon watching over us. I don't think I've ever felt more safe than right here, with you. It makes me feel like a normal girl again, with no problems, no worries, and just the stars to guide me. I love it here because it's like home to me, just like you are."

My hand found his, clasping over it tightly. He suddenly slammed his lips against mine, invoking a gasp from my lips. I grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging his head back as our tongues passionately clashed together.

He gently pushed me back, the jacket falling from my shoulders, to drape along the roof. Treating it as a blanket, Hardin lay me upon it, the hard tiles digging into my back, but I welcomed the pain openly.

His fingers delved underneath my dress, only to rip away the thin scrap of lace covering my aching core. Two fingers thrust into me at once, his thumb rubbing fast circles around my clit.

I gasped against his mouth, arching my back when he started to nibble on my neck, wrenching down my dress to reveal my breasts. My nipples instantly grew hard, seeking his attention and Hardin happily complied.

Wrapping his mouth around one, he gently but down and then tugged on it so harshly, I felt it in my clit. He repeated the gesture with the other and increase the pace of his thrusts, violently rubbing me inside to the point of perfect ecstasy.

"Hardin," I moaned, as my orgasm washed over me. I rocked again this fingers, never wanting the pleasure to stop.

When he finally retracted them, I whined in disapproval. My eyes lit up though as he started to tug his pants down and I helped, pushing them down with my bare feet and then hooking them around his waist.