AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 20.

Harry freezes for a quick moment before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. His lips start to moves against mine, hard and persistent. His tongue pushes my lips apart to slip inside. My hands inadvertently inch into his hair and tug lightly. Too soon, Harry breaks off the kiss but he still holds me in his strong arms.

My heart is racing and my breathing shallow as his emerald eyes connect with my blue ones. His hand comes up to tuck a blonde strand of hair behind my ear and I shudder at the small action. Harry's breathing is shallow too and I find myself wishing I knew what he was thinking.

We break away from each other then and I follow him inside. The fact that Bree is still in the house somewhere irks me, and I want to know what exactly she's doing here and what she is to Harry. Did they hook up? Did he touch her how he touches me? I find myself becoming somewhat possessive over Harry and the thought frightens me.

Harry and I sit on the khaki colored couch in his den a few inches apart and Bree is no where in sight. I don't speak up, waiting for Harry to say something, but he doesn't.

"So, who is Bree?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

"She's an old friend." Harry answers vaguely. When I continue to stare at him, he continues. "We dated a few times but it didn't work out. Elena, I shouldn't have to explain myself to anyone."

"I'm sorry, but you said you would answer some of my questions." I am not sorry. I'm hungry for details.

"Fück." Harry runs his hands through his hair. "She's here because she's having some problems back home. She's staying here for a few days, or a week, until she can get things figured out."

"Staying here?"

"Yes. Do I have to spell it out for you? What is your damn problem tonight? You're being so fücking nosy." Harry snaps, sounding aggravated with me.

"I wanted to be the only one that you. . . hook up with, or whatever. Like you wanted with me," I explain.

"Bree and I aren't sleeping together. Chill. I told you were friends." Harry says. He stays silent for a short minute before adding, "And I am exclusive to you. I'm not fücking anyone else."

"Alright, alright." I say.

Harry stares over at me, his eyes darkening the slightest bit, and his tongues flicks out to skim across his plump bottom lip. I stare back and my mouth pulls into a shy smile when our eyes lock.

"Come here," Harry breathes.

We stand up and I follow him through the house to the first floor bathroom. He flips the light on and locks the door behind us. My heart is suddenly hammering in my chest.

"Against the wall." Harry demands. "Turn."

My front is pushing against the cool wall as Harry beings my arms up and splays my hands near my head.

"Do you want this?" He asks, nipping at the lobe of my ear.

"Yes," I answer maybe too quickly.

Harry's fingertips slip below the elastic band of my black leggings and tug them down, bringing my panties with them. I step out of them when they pool at my ankles. He flips the light off, removes his shirt, and presses his body against mine. His soft lips press against the skin on the back of my neck, and then at the side. He's hard for me, I can feel his bulge pushing against my backside. The thought causes a shudder to run down my spine.

"No handcuffs or blindfolds?" I ask, half joking.

"Nope." Harry replies. "Legs apart."

I obey. I hear foil ripping and in seconds one of Harry's hands are holding mine against the wall and his other between our bodies. I feel his tip press against me and let out a soft moan in anticipation. He moves both hands to grip my hips and with one powerful thrust, pushes deep inside me. I cry out as he starts to move.

Harry was right about one thing yesterday: he is good in bed. . . Or against the wall. He grabs a fist full of my hair and tugs my head back roughly as he thrusts hard and fast, his jaws clenched. I've never had sex against a wall before but so far it's fücking great.

Harry and I are both moaning and sweat bumps begin to form on my forehead. The deep, raspy moans that keep falling from Harry's mouth are almost enough to push me over the edge. I tighten around him, biting on my bottom lip, and practically screaming.
The feeling is so intense that my body might actually combust.

"I'm so close Harry." I pant as his mouth nips at my neck, followed by his tongue licking over the sensitive skin.

"Hold back, love." He growls.

My breathing starts to come out in gasps as I try to hold back my orgasm. Harry's arm wraps around my shoulders, covering my collar bone and I lean into in, stifling my moans. I don't know where My body ends and Harry's begin. I've never felt so close or connected to anyone in my life. It's like a single current of energy is electrifying the both of us simultaneously.

Harry thrusts harder, and even faster than before. Deep moans are slipping from his lips against my neck almost as often as my own. Our skin is hot against each other's, and slippery from sweat. Harry tugs on my hair, twisting my head to the side and presses his lips to mine, kissing me as he pushes me to my limits.

"Come for me." Harry says against my mouth and I do just that. An earth shattering explosion of an orgasm bursts through me. My body pulses around Harry's as my vision goes black and my head tilts back, falling against Harry's shoulder. I try unsuccessfully to catch my breath, panting and gasping for air. I'm in a state of pure, mind blowing ecstasy for what seems like ages.

Harry stiffens and his body jerks behind me, and he bites at the skin of my neck. My name falls from his lips and his hands push against mine on the wall.

"Fück, that was so good." Harry breathes.

"Mmm," I agree, still unable to form any sort of understandable dialogue.

Harry pulls out and disposes of the condom, fixes his boxers and jeans, and leans against the opposite wall. I redress quickly, enjoying the feeling of absolute satisfaction inside me.

"I'm going to fück you in every room of my house, so every time you're in that room, you'll think of how I made you feel." Harry says.

I shudder, already anticipating our next encounter. "Okay. You still owe me some answers, though."

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