AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8.

I feel Harry's arm stretch across me, assumedly to the night stand next to his bed. The sound of ice clinking against glass echoes through the quiet room. Before I can comprehend what's going on Harry's mouth is on my chest and an ice cube between his lips. I moan and arch my body against his at the sensation that I've never felt before.

"Stay still, love."

I freeze beneath him.

"Don't flatter yourself." Harry says with a sigh. "I call every girl 'love', it's a bad habit of mine." Ice clinks against glass again and in a few seconds his icy lips are moving torturously slow over the swell of my breasts. My entire body jerks when the ice and his lips slide over my nipples.

"Fücking hell, Harry." I moan.

"You like that, yeah?" Harry rasps.

"Mhmm,"

Ice clinks against glass once more and his mouth with ice is moving down my stomach. His fingers hook around my panties and tug them down, discarding them. Then, his touch is on my inner thighs. His icy lips tease at my sensitive skin, moving towards the apex of my thighs. Despite his lips being icy, my body is complete fire.

Without any warning, Harry's lips with the ice, slides down my center and I moan his name. My arms jerk, trying to get loose from the cuffs holding them in place. I want to touch Harry, pull at his hair while his mouth teases at my center. The ice hits glass again and his still cold lips press kisses to places that drive me wild. His tongue snakes out to tease at my clît over and over again, turning me into a moaning mess.

One finger, and then two, push inside of me easily as his mouth continues its relentless rhythm on me. It's all too much in the single best way possible. The muscles in my lower stomach begin to tighten and the urge to have Harry in my arms intensifies. I feel myself about to go over the edge when he stops and climbs off of me. I feel the bed dip on my right side, meaning he's still there.

"Harry, please." I beg between gasps. I writhe on the bed, needing him on me or in me, needing my hands free. "Mmmm,"

"This is. . . Harry, please just. . . Please. . ." I blabber, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

My hips arch upward involuntarily and my arms tug at my cuffs. Harry stays silent as I go on this way for what seems like ages. I manage to quiet down enough to hear Harry's own heavy breathing. A low grumble of a moan slips from his lips and that alone almost makes me climax. Is he getting himself off? I shudder and bite down on my bottom lip.

After a couple more minutes, his hands are moving behind my head and untying the bandana blindfold. My eyes adjust to the dark room and he silently moves back between my legs, clad in only his boxer briefs now. I'm soaking wet for him as his mouth comes down on me and brings me to my climax in less than a minute.

I scream, literally scream, as the most intense orgasm I've felt in my life, rips and claws through my body in relentless waves of pure ecstasy. My vision blurs, my body shakes, and my mind goes blank as it continues under Harry's sinful tongue. After what seems like minutes, Harry uncuffs my arms and I am able to breathe normally.

"How was that?" Harry asks.

"That was. . . I have no words." I answer as I find my clothes on the floor and begin to redress.

Harry flips on the lamp and pulls his tight jeans back on with a smirk on his face. He takes a drink of ice water from the glass sitting on the night stand and I fixate my gaze on his mouth. That mouth of his can cause wicked things. I let out a sigh and I know this memory of what happened minutes ago will be ingrained in my mind forever.

I walk to where he stands next to his bed and decide that his lips are just too sexy not to be kissed. We're standing nearly chest to chest when I bring my face up to his. My heart is beating wildly, anticipating the kiss. Our gazes connect, making me want this even more. Harry jerks away from me when he realizes that I'm about to kiss him.

I'm not sure why, but his small rejection stings in my chest. It shouldn't, but it does. I take a step back and look anywhere but at him.

"Hey," Harry says gently. His hand comes down on my shoulder. "Let's go get fücking wasted."

My brain is still hazy and my body still glowing from the aftermath of the earth shattering orgasm, but his rejection threw off my good mood. Was I that repulsive that he refused to kiss me? He would touch me and put his mouth between my thighs, but he wouldn't kiss me? Harry is more confusing than anyone that I had ever met before. I know I'm being petty about this but it is what it is.

"No. I think I'll just go home. I have some things to get done."

"What the hell? You use me for the sex and leave." Harry throws his hands up in the air.

"We didn't have sex." I remind him. "You tied me up and done what you wanted with my body."

"You loved it, Elena." He reminds me, matching my tone. "Is this because I avoided your kiss? Kissing is for people who have romantic feelings for each other. We use each other's body for pleasure. You let me touch you in the bathroom of a trashy bar in exchange for alcohol. There's not a damn thing romantic about that."

I did not have romantic feelings for Harry, but for some reason his words made me want to cry. I would not cry over a man, not again. This would be the last time I see Harry. His effect on me is so confusing and too much to deal with.

I slip my shoes on and leave as Harry stands with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his perfect face.

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