Beyond The Fury

Chapter Nine

(Song- So Good by Dove Cameron)
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Ivory's POV

I keep telling myself that this is wrong. That this man is dangerous and I should push him away.. but I just can't. Because besides everything that has happened, the tragic event. This kiss is the only thing that feels right- certain.

His slender hands come to capture my face harshly as he pushes his lips tightly to mine, almost bruising.
Like not only is he hungry but he is starving.

As he kisses me the world falls away into nihility. His hand slides to rest beneath my ear and his thumb caresses my cheek as our breaths mingle. I irresolute against wrapping my arms around him but I eventually give in, my fingertips come to slowly tickle down his spine.

Reluctantly his lips separate from mine, his breathing becomes uneasy as his gaze meets my own, "I want.." He stops and tears his fingers through his damp hair. Something I realise he does when he is nervous. "Never mind what I want.." He pauses again, his voice is thick with curiosity when he asks,

"What do you want?" His beautiful jade green eyes inspect every aspect of my face.

You. I thought. Just you.

My mind can't conjure up the correct declaration to explain how much I undoubtedly want him- so instead of trying to speak and making a fool out of myself I let my actions yell louder than my words.

I kiss him. Hard. So hard that my body curves into his and I drag him down to meet me.

This isn't the first time for either of us.. but the nerves are are showing in both of our actions. There is something about Hardin that lights me up from the inside and there is something about me that weakens his cockiness. Touching him.. it is like being handed a sacred cup of holy water.

It is as if everything that has ever been fucked up in my life has been mended without me knowing it was even broken.

My mind fogs with lust craved thoughts and I find myself clawing at his coat indicating that I want it gone quickly.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks as he takes a step back from me to peel his jacket from his body. His voice is breathless and flavoured with concern. Why is he overthinking this?

His accent penetrates my mind like the sickest of drugs and I can no longer think straight. My head whizzes with excitement and I nod silently but frantically before pulling him back to me. My body is now pushed flush against his- there is hardly any room left for us to breathe.

His lips momentarily detach from mine and his large hand comes to grip my cheek again, "You look so innocent but I know you're not." I smirk at his remark and a small giggle leaves my mouth as I hook my fingers into his wet hair.

"Hardin." I begin, my chest flutters at the mere mention of his name, "Please touch me now." I beg, the humour the small moment held has now deteriorated into an intensity too strong to ignore.

His inked hand is quick to leave my cheek and both of them come down to grip my bare thighs beneath my damp dress. His fingers dig a strong hold into the plush flesh as I am hoisted up to him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist and I am carried to my bedroom at the far end of the long hallway.

He places me onto the bed and looks down at me. His hair is a soaking mess and in the warm light of the dimly lit room he looks more handsome and more human than I have ever seen him.

Reaching up he begins to unbutton his black shirt at a teasingly slow pace. His eyes never leave mine as he rips it from his body, reveals the dark pictures that travel over his pale skin.