AMBIVALENT {h.s} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 27.

"Fücking hell, Elena." Harry curses. He stands up and starts to pace across his bedroom floor. His hair is beginning to dry and is no longer leaking streams of water, but it's messy from him repeatedly running his hands through it.

"It's not that hard." I say again.

"It is hard. It's hard for me, okay?" He's shouting now. He picks up a ceramic guitar paper weight from his dresser and throws it against the wall. I cringe at the noise as it shatters into tiny pieces all over his floor.

It's clear that I've pushed him too far. "I'm leaving."

"No, no you're not. You don't get to come here and drop a fücking bomb on me and leave."

"Then what do you want me to do? I don't understand you, not at all."

Harry crosses the room and pushes me backward on his bed, wasting no time climbing on top of me. His hands interlace with mine, pressing them into the bed on either side of my head. He leans in and takes my mouth with his, kissing me hard. His hips grind against mine, making me moan low in my throat.

"I want you." Harry says against my lips. He moves down to suck on the skin of my neck. "But I'm afraid. I'm afraid I won't be good enough for you, afraid I'm too fücked up." His hips push hard against mine and I can feel how hard he is through the material of his gym shorts. "You'll have to give me time."

"You'll have to let me in." I say. I move my legs apart and wrap them around his waist, eliciting a deep groan from him.

"Let me have your body first. I need this. You need this." He says as he nips at the shell of my ear.

"Okay," I agree because how could I not? My mind gets hazy when his body is on mine and in the position were in, I'd probably agree to anything.

Harry lets go of my hands and pulls my shirt over my head, next reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He moves down to tear off my leggings and panties as fast as he can, cursing when they get stuck at my ankles. He can't get back on me fast enough for my likings.

"No cuffs or blindfolds?" I ask when Harry only pulls a condom out of his night stand drawer.

"Not this time." He says gruffly before pushing my thighs apart and working me up with his tongue. He kisses, licks, and sucks at me until I'm about to explode, but stops a few seconds too soon.

"Harry, please," I beg.

Harry rolls on the condom and slides up my body, making every nerve ending come alive. He doesn't handcuff me but holds both my wrists together above my head as he thrusts into me. I seal my lips shut, trying not to scream at the intensity of how my body stretches around Harry's.

Harry's thrusts are hard, rough, and animalistic. His wide eyes darken with blown pupils and he shuts them each time he's all the way in. The moans that fall from his mouth are deep, almost sounding like a growl. It's one of the single hottest things I've ever heard and makes my insides melt even faster. His one hand stays above my head to keep my wrists in place while his other trails down my side to grasp my hip.

I lift my hips off the bed to meet each of Harry's hard thrusts. When his mouth leaves my neck I manage to find it with my mine and tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. The tightening in my lower stomach has already began but I try to push it back. I want this ecstatic feeling of Harry moving inside me longer. It could last for eternity and I'd never complain about anything ever again.

Our bodies fit together like a perfect match and the chemistry between us is unparalleled. I just wish that I could embrace him with my arms and press soft kisses to his lips. I know he doesn't want that, though. Maybe sometime I'll be lucky enough to do that. Harry slows down the movements of his hips and he aims just right to hit in the place that drives me wild. My back arches off the bed and I struggle to free my wrists from his grip.

"Fück, you feel so damn good. Mmm," Harry moans near my ear.

Surprisingly, he lets go of my wrists and not wanting to ruin it, I keep my hands off his body. They tangle into his now sweaty hair that's falling into his face. I tug at the curly strands and find his mouth with mine, pressing wet kisses to his lips as he pushes me into my climax. I moan and writhe beneath his hard body, kissing him hard and pushing up against him. His climax hits less than a minute after mine, his back stiffening and his thrusts becoming jerky and wild. His mouth is at my neck then, his teeth skimming my sensitive skin as deep moans sound out from him.

Ten minutes later when Harry has rolled off me and is laying at my side, I am still in a state of bliss. Under the thin sheet, I can still feel the traces of him inside me and yearn for it again. He's the absolute best of the best out of any of the other men I've hooked up with.

"That was fücking amazing." Harry comments.

"Mhmm," I agree, nodding. "So earlier, before this happened," I make a hand motion between the two of us, "did you like.. Hmm." I can't see, to find the right words.

"Agree to be with you? I said I would try." Harry answers, thankfully knowing what I was referring to. "I'm going to fück up. A lot." He stares up at the ceiling.

"So we're together, then?"

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