ll
damp from his nightmare. His lips close over my nipple,
pulling and tugging, so that it rises to greet his glorious
skilled mouth.
I groan and run my fingernails across his back. And he
gasps, a strangled moan.
“Oh, fuck, Ana,” he chokes, and it’s half cry, half
groan. It tears at my heart, but also deep inside me,
tightening all the muscles below my waist. Oh, what I can
do to him! My inner goddess is writhing with want and I’m
do to him! My inner goddess is writhing with want and I’m
panting now, matching his tortured breaths with my own.
His hand tra一vels south, over my belly, down to my sex
—and his fingers are on me, then in me. I groan as he
moves his fingers around inside me, in that way, and I push
my pelvis up to welcome his touch.
“Ana,” he breathes. He suddenly releases me and sits
up; he removes his boxer briefs and leans over to the
bedside table to grab a foil packet. His eyes are a blazing
gray as he passes me the condom. “You want to do this?
You can still say no. You can always say no,” he murmurs.
“Don’t give me a chance to think, Christian. I want
you, too.” I rip the packet open with my teeth as he kneels
between my legs, and with trembling fingers I slide it on to
him.
“Steady,” he says. “You are going to unman me, Ana.”
I marvel at what I can do to this man with my touch.
He stretches out over me, and for now my doub一ts are
pushed down and locked away in the dark, scary depths
at the back of my mind. I’m intoxicated with this man, my
man, my Fifty Shades. He shifts suddenly, completely
taking me by surprise, so I am on top. Whoa.
“You—take me,” he murmurs, his eyes glowing with a
feral intensity.
Oh my, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, I sink down on to
him. He tilts his head back and closes his eyes as he
groans. I grab his hands and start to move, reveling in the
fullness of my possession, reveling in his reaction, watching
him unra一vel beneath me. I feel like a goddess. I lean down
and kiss his chin, running my teeth along his stubbled jaw.
He t
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