BLACKMAILED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 32: Waking Up Entwined With Harry

Waking up entwined with Harry each morning is an intoxicating mix of anticipation and sheer ecstasy. His presence beside me is like a living, breathing work of art—impeccably styled as if perpetually poised for a GQ photoshoot, with not a single hair out of place. His aura of raw sex appeal seems to pulse in the air, a tangible force of nature. Harry stands as a testament to desire incarnate, miraculously free from the usual human flaws like bad hair days or any hint of imperfection.

Then there's me, emerging from sleep in stark contrast—hair in wild disarray, mood teetering on the edge until I've had my vital dose of caffeine or sugar. My morning self could easily be crowned the queen of chaos, yet through Harry's eyes, I somehow transform into the most exquisite disaster he's ever witnessed. His words, wrapped in the gravel of his morning voice, send a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I can't help but return his smile, albeit a bit self-consciously. "Hey you, too," I reply, my voice still heavy with sleep. Observing him, I can't hold back a playful complaint. "It's just not fair how you wake up looking like you're ready for a damn photoshoot. Even your hair is perfect without trying."

His laughter, deep and genuine, fills the room, easing the lingering traces of my sleep-induced vulnerability. "If only you could see yourself through my eyes, Bella. You'd realize how fucking stunning you look right now."

I scoff, rolling my eyes in mock disbelief. "Yeah, right. I look like I've been through a goddamn storm."

Undeterred, Harry leans in to press a tender kiss on my lips, his sincerity evident. "No, Bella. You're flawless. Always have been. Even when I was too much of an idiot to admit it, not a day went by without the urge to just grab you and kiss you senseless," he admits, a hint of regret coloring his voice for our past misunderstandings.

I grinned at him, feeling bold and wholly captivated by his presence. "Lucky for you, you don't have to hold back anymore," I teased, my words laced with an invitation I hoped he would accept.

Harry responded without hesitation, closing the distance between us with a kiss that set my senses ablaze. The feel of his lips against mine was electric, sending waves of warmth through me. As his tongue gently sought entrance, a soft moan escaped me, the sound lost between us. My hands wandered, tracing the contours of his chest, then up to tangle in his hair, reveling in the perfection of this moment.

But as quickly as the intensity had built, Harry pulled back, leaving me breathless and wanting. His sudden retreat sent a pang of uncertainty through me. "You don't want me?" I asked, the vulnerability clear in my voice.

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Harry's response was immediate, his gaze penetrating. "Fuck, Bella. Why would you even think that? I want you more than anything. But I need you to be damn sure, I ain't about to rush you. I want to do right by you, and if you're not ready, we don't have to go there."

I pleaded, "Harry please, you're not rushing me. I want you, for fuck's sake," My words hung in the charged air as he smirked and replied, "You don't have to say please. I should be the one begging you. I want to feel you, test you, fuck you senseless over and over again." With those words, a surge of raw desire ignited within me.

Then he kissed me, his lips soft yet urgent, igniting a wildfire of need. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his, hungry for his touch. His tongue teased mine, setting my senses ablaze. My fingers tangled in his tousled hair as he pushed me down, ripping away the barrier between us, exposing my black lace bra. He shed his own clothes, revealing his chiseled, flawless physique, every muscle screaming his desire.

Leaning over me, his lips trailed a path of fire down my body, leaving me trembling with anticipation. My breath hitched as he removed my pants, his touch scorching my skin. With a flick of his fingers, he tugged the strap of my bra down, sending a shiver of excitement coursing through me.