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~ Hardin Scott Fan-Fiction ~
Hardin Scott is the ruthless son of a well known London mobster. With his teeth bore and his guard up will he be able...
My back hits flush against the door as Hardin and I tumble through the entrance to his bedroom. We have ended up at Ken's house but I'm not complaining- as long as I get to be close to him.
"Take these off." Hardin demands with a deep gravelly tone as he tugs at the thin material of my panties, "Please." He adds with a pant and I reach my hands beneath my dress before coming to a sudden stop.
"No." I say, my mouth twitching up into a sly smirk, "You take them off."
"You really want to do this?" He raises both his eyebrows. A large grin appears on his face as he challenges me. For a moment I contemplate my answer, knowing fine well that Hardin can make this go painfully slow..
My eyes dart down to his swollen lips and I gulp down my dirty thoughts. There is a glint in Hardin's eyes- a kind of spark that lets me know that he now sees this as some sort of game.
"Just kiss me." I plea, I can feel my own eyes cloud with lust and desperation.
"I think I'll make you wait.." He brings his lips dangerously close to mine but not enough to kiss me, his breath mingles with my own and I somehow forget where I am, "Just a little while longer." Hardin whispers and I can't seem to stop the small impatient whine from leaving my throat.
"Hardin.." I warn subtly. I don't want to be teased and he knows that. His eyes light up with mischief and I shrink internally.
"I don't think you are in any position to be handing out warnings, baby." I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. The way he calls me baby has my stomach erupting with butterflies and a ache occurring between my thighs. This is the first time I have ever heard him call me that.
"You like that, don't you?" His plump lips stretch up into a smirk and I look up at him innocently and doe-eyed, "You like it when I call you baby?" breathlessly I nod in agreement. Hardin has yet to touch me and I am already restless. I don't know how much longer I can bare to be away from him.
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Seconds feel like hours as I wait for him and then, finally, his lips crash against mine. I'm struggling to breathe- struggling to think. He is all I can clearly comprehend. He is the only thing I know.. the only person I need. And he needs me.
He needs me.
"I.." Hardin says through multiple kisses, "I've missed you, Ivory." He admits and my lungs fill with sweet relief. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I even have him this close to me- nevermind him admitting that he has missed me. We have been apart for so long.. too long. I never want that to happen again.
"I missed you too, Hardin. So much." My eyes come to fixate on his face. I want to take in the gorgeous colour of his green eyes, the dimple in his cheek and his messy locks of hair. If we do ever go our seperate ways I want to remember every little detail.. just in case I never get to see them again.
