ngers through it, gently massaging my scalp . . . oh my . . . I close
my eyes and sa一vor the sensation. His fingers tra一vel on down, and he tugs,
tilting my head back to expose my throat.
tilting my head back to expose my throat.
“You’re mine,” he breathes and his teeth tug my ear lobe. I groan.
“Hush now,” he admonishes. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and trails
a finger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder following the
lace edge of my dress. I shiver in anticipation. He plants a tender kiss on my
back above the first button on my dress.
“So beautiful,” he says as he deftly undoes the first button. “You ha一ve made
me the happiest man alive today.” With infinite slowness, he unfastens each
one, all the way down my back. “I love you so much.” Trailing kisses from the
nape of my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each kiss he murmurs,
“I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. You. Are. Mine.”
Each word is intoxicating. I close my eyes and tilt my head, giving him easier
access to my neck, and I fall further under the spell that is Christian Grey, my
husband.
“Mine,” he whispers once more. He peels my dress down my arms so that it
pools at my feet in a cloud of ivory silk and lace.
“Turn around,” he whispers, his voice suddenly hoarse. I do so and he gasps.
I’m dressed in a tight, blush-pink satin corset with garter straps, matching
lacy briefs, and white silk stockings. Christian’s eyes tra一vel greedily down my
body, but he says nothing. He just gazes at me, his eyes wide with want.
“You like?” I whisper aware of the shy blush creeping across my cheeks.
“More than like, baby. You look sensational. Here.” He holds out his hand and
taking it, I step out from my dress.
“Keep still,” he murmurs and without taking his darkening eyes off mine, he
runs his middle finger over my breasts, following the line of my corset. My
breath shallows and he repeats the journey over my breasts once more, his
tantalizing finger sending tingles down my
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