Beyond The Fury

Chapter Sixteen

(Song- Heartburn by Wafia)
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Hardin's POV

I don't deserve her. During our short time together I have already managed to fuck so many things up. This isn't like me.

I'm normally careful, clean. No one is spared but I just can't shake this woman from my mind. She has helped my heart beat again.

Love.. love is a slippery slope. You try to stay afloat, fighting to keep your head above the water whilst also stopping the other from drowning.

"I think I'm close.." I hear Ivory whisper and I am brought back to my erotic reality. All pleasure comes rushing back to me and I feel my legs shake slightly.

"Shit.. so am I, beautiful. Let go for me.. Please. I want you all over me." She releases a cute whine and I bite my lip excruciatingly hard as I watch her quiver beneath me. Her orgasm washes over her harshly.

I continue to snap my hips into her, helping her come down from her release whilst also chasing my own high which doesn't take long with how pretty Ivory looks underneath my body. Her skin is shimmering with sweat.

There is a moment of peace between us before I am tying up my condom and throwing it in the trash. Ivory arises from the sofa, a black silky dressing gown being tied around her hot body. She comes to stand in front of me, my boxers are still scrunched around my ankles however I am quick to stand up and pull them up to my waist.

A small laugh leaves her swollen lips and her arms wrap around my neck as she cuddles into my chest.

My face meets the ceiling as I secretly thank whatever fucking god that has blessed me with such a remarkable angel.

"Are you hungry?" Her eyes peek up at me and it's only then that my stomach clenches with hunger. When was the last time I ate?

"Uh.. kinda. Are you?" My voice comes out as shy and I want to fucking punch myself. She makes me so fucking soft.

"Let's go!" She grabs a hold of my hand and before I know it we are sprinting to the kitchen. I chuckle, this girl is fucking crazy.. but I like it.

"Okay, so. You can have whatever you want but I'm having some Cheerio's. You want some?" She shakes the box of cereal in my face and I grin. My chest feels light with happiness. This feeling is.. new..

"I prefer Frosted Flakes but I'll settle." I shrug, reaching into the fridge I grab the milk for the both of us. I feel a sense of pride. Ivory has been handed the hardest version of the world and yet she still manages to make something of herself and remain somewhat pure... but looking back at what we just did I don't think she's that polished..

And in comparison there is me, who hates the world for everything and anything.

"Hardin? Hardin.." I shake my head and look to Ivory. Did I zone out again?

"Yes?" I ask, slightly confused.

"Your cereal." She smiles and pushes a white and blue stripped bowl towards me. I nod, hesitantly picking up the metal spoon from beside the bowl.

"Thanks.." I stare down at the little circles that are floating around in the white dairy drink and I almost laugh. It's something so small, so simple. Yet I am incredibly grateful for it.

Being offered cereal is the most I have been offered in a while- food wise, anyways.

All my friends ever want to do is drink alcohol, do drugs or hit the strip clubs. Sure it is fun sometimes but I'm learning to like this quiet lifestyle.

Ivory is happily crunching down on her cereal as she thoughtfully stares out one of the large windows in the living room. I come to sit beside her.