Chapter 2 A Mistake To Forget

[Hardin's POV]

I could see the desperation in her eyes as I paused, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Tears glistened on her lashes, and when our gazes locked, a rush of something primal surged through me. I loved the way she looked in this moment-seductive, vulnerable, utterly captivating.

"Why... did you stop?" she asked, her voice low and innocent, reminding me of someone I could never forget.

A smile crept across my face, a sense of calm washing over me. I didn't care what might happen next; I wouldn't stop now.

"I want you to beg for it. Feel it before you come on my expensive nails," I said, my voice low and deep.

Her gaze softened.

"Beg for it," I urged, teasing my fingers against her clit.

"Please... let me come," she breathed, her nervousness evident.

"Good girls get good things," I murmured, a dangerous smile playing on my lips.

I could see her surprise as I unhooked my belt and unzipped my shorts. Her eyes widened as my cock sprang free, veiny and ready. She stared, fingers clutching the bedspread tightly.

"Are you scared?" I asked, pulling her hips closer to me.

She swallowed hard. "You... are so big," she mumbled, the words barely escaping her lips.

"I can still stop..."

"Don't stop. I want it inside," she interrupted, her voice firm yet trembling.

"Inside where?" I teased, rubbing the tip against her slick folds.

Her hips bucked forward. "Inside there... I want it."

Her voice was a sweet melody, igniting a fire within me. I couldn't wait to ruin her.

"Are you sure?" I asked again, pushing the tip inside just enough to elicit a whimper.

"Yes... please," she moaned.

With a steady, gentle motion, I pushed in fully, finding that hidden place of ecstasy she had never known. Her lips parted in a gasp, and she gripped the bedspread.

I clenched my jaw, overwhelmed by her perfection. Her walls hugged me tightly, as if I were made for her.

I pushed deeper, determined to leave her breathless. A deep groan escaped my lips, her tightness overwhelming.

I looked at her, sweat glistening on her forehead, lips trembling as she gasped for air. Leaning closer, I began to move again, my rhythm steady.

Her moans danced in my ears, and I bit my lip at the familiar sound. I kissed her ear softly. "Are you comfortable, Elena, or should I stop?"

"Please, don't stop. I want you. I'm very comfortable," she pleaded.

I stroked her hair gently, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at me, and my heart raced. My body pressed against hers as she wrapped her arms around me.

Then I moved a bit faster and rougher. She screamed, kissing my neck, as if to tell me I was hitting the right spot. When the sweetness became overwhelming, I returned to my normal pace-faster, deeper, rougher.

"Gosh..." she moaned breathlessly, kissing my neck again. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, igniting the guilt that tightened my chest. She was my best friend's daughter. But I couldn't stop.

The more she cried, moaned, and kissed me, the rougher I became, pushing her closer to the edge. I forgot everything else, lost in the feelings I craved the most.

"Oh my God!" she gasped as I thrust into her, her body shattering around me, warmth enveloping me. With a swift motion, I pulled her up, throwing her leg over my shoulder, driving deeper without giving her a moment to breathe. I was lost in the rhythm, consumed by the heat between us.

"Fuck!"

"Yes!"

"Harder!"

"Oh! I love it, Hardin!"

Her sultry moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding. I studied her expression, reveling in her pleasure. Her hair fell across her face, eyes darting with excitement, mouth open in ecstasy, and her breasts bounced with each thrust. The mattress shook beneath us, echoing our connection.

"You love it?" I muttered, quickening my pace.

"Oh, yes. I love it," she cried out. "Please, fuck me more!"

A thrill coursed through me as I lifted her other leg onto my shoulder.

"Oh! Hardin! Yes!" she screamed, tears of pleasure glistening in her eyes.

"Hardin... I'm... I'm coming!" she moaned, her voice trembling. I wanted her to feel every moment, to know it in her soul. I didn't relent, feasting on her desire.

"Please..." she gasped, her body trembling beneath me.

"I'm..."

She bit her lip sharply, and when she finally let go, warmth enveloped me again.

"You love it when I handle you this way, don't you?" I cupped her face, brushing her hair aside, forcing her to meet my gaze. She exhaled a hot breath against my skin, looking utterly spent.

"Yes," she murmured, leaning in to kiss my lips. I smirked; she radiated the energy I craved.

I held her jaw, my cock still buried inside her, and locked our lips in a rough kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, allowing me to taste her completely, like a devoted pet. She gasped, but then she suddenly broke the kiss.

I raised an eyebrow, our eyes locking. She bit her swollen lip, breathless. "I want..."

"I want to touch you too, Hardin," she said hesitantly, heartbeat quickening.

"Why?" I questioned, frowning.

"Please don't stop what you're doing with me. I just want to touch you..."

"This will be our first and last time together. Please, let me touch you too." She pleaded softly. "I want to take off your clothes and see you naked."

I fell silent, studying her.

"I want to do everything you do to me," she continued, her voice trembling. "Please, don't reject me."

"Why do you think this will be our last time?" I asked, holding her gaze.

She hesitated. A single tear rolled down her cheek, glistening in the dim light.

"Because you're my father's best friend," she uttered, the weight of her confession hanging heavily in the air.

In that moment, we both realized the gravity of our situation. The thrill of our connection was overshadowed by the consequences looming over us.

"This moment is what to us?" I asked, my voice low, almost a whisper.

"A mistake. We'll totally forget," she replied dryly, as if trying to convince herself as much as me.

And in that instant, I understood. Our minds were in sync; we both recognized this as a fleeting moment to satisfy our desire.

A sin.