shoulders, I gaze at him for a beat, then release them. My
nightdress skims and ripples softly down my body, pooling
at my feet. I am naked and practically panting and oh-soready.
Christian pauses for a moment, and I marvel at the
frankly carnal appreciation in his expression. Standing up,
he makes his way over to the chest and picks up his silvergray
tie—my fa一vorite tie. He pulls it through his fingers as
he turns and strolls casually toward me, a smile playing on
his lips. When he stands in front of me, I expect him to ask
for my hands, but he doesn’t.
“I think you’re underdressed, Miss Steele,” he
murmurs. He places the tie around my neck, and slowly
but dexterously ties it in what I assume is a fine Windsor
knot. As he tightens the knot, his fingers brush the base of
my throat and electricity shoots through me, making me
gasp. He lea一ves the wide end of the tie long, long enough
so the tip skims my pubic hair.
“You look mighty fine now, Miss Steele,” he says and
“You look mighty fine now, Miss Steele,” he says and
bends to kiss me gently on my lips. It’s a swift kiss, and I
want more, desire spiraling wantonly through my body.
“What shall we do with you now?” he says, and then
picking up the tie, he yanks sharply so that I’m forced
forward into his arms. His hands dive into my hair and pull
my head back, and he really kisses me, hard, his tongue
unforgiving and merciless. One of his hands roams freely
down my back to cup my behind. When he pulls away,
he’s panting too and gazing down at me, his eyes molten
gray; and I’m left wanting, gasping for breath, my wits
thoroughly scattered. I’m sure my lips will be swollen after
his sensual assault.
“Turn around,” he orders gently and I obey. Pulling my
hair free of the tie, he quickly braids and secures it. He
tugs the braid so my head tilts up.
“You ha一ve beautiful hair, Anastasia,” he murmurs and
kisses my throat, sending shivers running up and down my
spine. “You just ha一ve to say stop. You know that, don’t
you?”
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