Beyond The Fury

Chapter Ten

(Song- Slow Down by Chase Atlantic)
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Hardin's POV

It is as if I am wrapped up in my own fucked up fairytale. Except this one is filled with guts and gore.

I don't deserve Ivory. To feel her in the way that I am, to see her so vulnerable.. I don't deserve it. I was born with an insatiable appetite for destruction and I don't want to destroy her. If I allow this to continue- if I let her in then I fear that I may hurt her. I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to completely destroy everything that I am.

I can't stop myself. I like who I am when I am around her.. even if everything isn't perfect she makes me feel like it's pretty fucking close.

Hungrily I smash my lips to hers and pull her up from the messy bedsheets, shuffle to the edge of the mattress where I stand her up in front of me. My eyes treasure each and every gorgeous detail about her exposed skin.

She pants softly as she catches her breath, her eyes seductively hood as she grips onto my shoulders tightly for support whilst trying to stabilise her wobbly legs.

"Turn around.." My voice is soft and hushed as the words fall from my swollen lips. I watch contently as she twirls around and I make sure to hold her steady.

To see her this way is like standing at the gates of heaven. The way my heart is thumping erratically against my chest only makes me realise how much more badly this thing we have is going to end.

I don't date. I don't fall in love. I fuck.. and that's it.

I cringe at my own thoughts and hurriedly shimmy out of my tight jeans. I peel my boxers from my legs to around my ankles before I grab a metallic coloured sachet from my jean pocket.

I am careful to remove the outer foil of the condom and roll it down my throbbing shaft.

It still hasn't settled with me that this is actually happening, that I am going to be able to feel her in ways I have only dreamt about..

Once I have positioned her correctly in front of me I gently tap her thighs apart and wrap my arm securely around her torso, pulling her back to meet my chest. My nostrils fill with the fresh scent of her coconut shampoo and it only takes me mere seconds to fully grasp how gone I actually am.. I'm on a high that I never want to come down from.

"Now sit back." I try to smoothly instruct her however my voice is now hoarse as it leaves my dry throat. I smile slightly to take the edge off of my tone as she tries her best to follow my directions.

A shocked gasp leaves her mouth as she slowly slides down onto me- thrilling my dreadful ego. Her eyes fall closed as she allows her head to lean back slightly and rest on my shoulder. Out of all the girls I have fucked I have never felt this feverish.

I puff out a breath that has been stuck in my throat, my jaw clamps tightly shut as I leisurely begin to guide her back and forth. The way she cautiously rocks her hips has my legs twitching.

"Fuck.." My fingertips grip onto her tighter and my ears ring as her moans begin to fill the hot air around us. The unholy sounds alone are almost enough to make me come undone but I don't want to rush this.. I want it to be slow and tortuous. I want her to remember me in a way that is hard to forget.

"You like this?" I ask, my mouth folds up into a smirk as she nods her head and answers my question with a moan.

"Tell me. Please, Ivory.. I need to hear you say it." As stupid as this whole ordeal is I need to hear her reassurance. I'm with her right now, only me. I need to hear her voice so I can make sure that this is all really real.

"Oh god.." she shifts on me slightly and I bite back a loud groan, "You feel so good, Hardin. Please I need more.." She tilts her head to look over her shoulder and now this once shy -and now very dirty girl- is looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Please.." The words come out on a breath, her tongue caressing the word.

A new confidence is soon found by Ivory as she begins to steer herself up and down my shaft, bouncing lightly but speedily. Her cheeks have flushed a rosy pink and her ragged breaths overlap with her erotic moans. For some reason I try to match my breathing to her shallow breaths.. to feel closer to her. To make the moment more intimate.

Watching her basically get herself off on my cock makes me groan aloud. I can't take it anymore, I need to fuck her harder- in a way that she deserves.

I suddenly stand from the bed and spin us around until I am positioned above her. Her golden hair is tossed messily onto the mattress and her face is just as beautiful as it was before we started. A thin layer of sweat glistens on her pale skin and her large gunmetal blue eyes peer up at me in a pleading way. I kiss her sweetly.

Towering over her I let my hands glide up to gently rest on her face. My eyes examine every twitch and change in her facial expressions as I slide myself slowly back inside of her. Her jaw falls slack and her hands come to gently grab my shoulders.

God.. what is this girl doing to me?

I snap my hips back before thrusting roughly into her, grinning as her loudest moan yet circles the small bedroom.

"You're so beautiful.." I pant heavily. I can feel my hair beginning to stick to my forehead, "Taking me so well." I praise, my ego getting to best of me. I thrust again and groan out loudly as I do. She's so snug... so warm too. Fuck.

My head is fucking everywhere at the moment. I can't think straight with her whimpering and moaning beneath me like she is. It's just too fucking perfect to be real.

I grip the wooden headboard of the bed as I rock myself harder. My eyes threaten to close as I take in the sight of her body beneath mine. Her pupils have dilated massively and her eyes are near enough black. My breath catches in my throat when I hear..

"Hardin.." fucking hell. She moaned my name. Her voice is so soft and angelic.. even now with me buried inside of her she still looks like an angel.

I moan through gritted teeth, my eyes bare down intensely into Ivory's as I pick up the pace only to feel her clench around me at the most perfect moment.

"Want you to come, pretty girl... can you do that?" I ask breathlessly, punctuating my words with sharp thrusts. She nods speechless and claws at my shoulders as she chases her high. Her body tenses and then falls completely limp beneath me as her orgasm hits her in pulse like waves. Each one harder to come down from than the last.

I finish almost immediately after, my muscles strain from the relaxation that sweeps my bones. My brain tingles as I pull myself from on top of her and I try not to stare at how 'fucked-out' she looks.

Ivory weakly sits up from the mattress with a groan. The sheets have been pulled from the corners and are bunched in random places. The room smells of nothing but pure sex and sweat with a hint of Ivory's perfume.

"Will you stay tonight?" Her voice is merely above a whisper when the question leaves her swollen lips. I didn't think I would be staying the night with her.. My stomach shrinks with butterflies and I want to puke at the feeling.

I inhale deeply as I try and quickly decide on an answer however before my mind is even made up my stupid fucking mouth opens.

"Okay." I surprisingly agree but I decide that my answer is worth it as she smiles brightly over at me. I would do anything just to see that damn smile..

There is no telling what will happen in my subconscious state. These night terrors have a vicious mind of their own. Each night is always just as painful as the last.

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A/N: Hello! So.. they finally did it.. what do you guys think? Will Ivory and Hardin's relationship turn into something spectacular?

Read Chapter eleven to find out! ;) ♥️