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Fifty Shades Freed
spine. He stops and twirls his index finger in the air, indicating that he wants
me to turn around. For him, right now, I’d do anything.
“Stop,” he says. I’m facing the bed, away from him. His arm encircles my
waist, pulling me against him, and he nuzzles my neck. Gently he cups my
breasts, toying with them, while his thumbs circle over my nipples so that they
strain against the fabric of my corset.
“Mine,” he whispers.
“Yours,” I breathe.
Lea一ving my breasts bereft he runs his hands down my stomach, over my
belly, and down to my thighs, his thumbs skimming my sex. I stifle a moan.
His fingers skate down each garter, and with his usual dexterity, he
simultaneously unhooks each one from my stockings. His hands tra一vel
around to my behind.
“Mine,” he breathes as his hands spread across my backside, the tips of his
fingers brushing my sex.
“Ah.”
“Hush.” His hands tra一vel down the backs of my thighs, and once more he
unclips my garters.
Leaning down, he pulls back the cover on the bed. “Sit down.”
I do as I’m told in his thrall, and he kneels at my feet and gently tugs off each
of my white bridal Jimmy Choos. He grasps the top of my left stocking and
slowly peels it off, running his thumbs down my leg . . . Oh my. He repeats the
process with my other stocking.
“This is like unwrapping my Christmas presents.” He smiles up at me through
his long dark lashes.
“A present you’ve had already . . .”
He frowns in admonishment. “Oh no, baby. This time it’s really mine.”
“Christian, I’ve been yours since I said yes.” I scoot forward, cupping his
beloved face in my hands. “I’m yours. I will always be yours, husband of mine.
Now, I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” I bend to kiss him, and
suddenly he leans up, kisses my lips, and grasps my head with his hands, his
fingers threading into my hair.
“Ana,” he breathes. “My Ana.” His lips claim mine once more, his tongue
invasively persuasive.
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