he warns, and suddenly he flips me on to my stomach and
continues his leisurely journey with his mouth up the back of my legs, to my
thighs, my behind, and then he stops. I groan.
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Fifty Shades Freed
“Please . . .”
“I want you naked,” he murmurs and slowly unhooks my corset, one hook at a
time. When it’s flat on the bed beneath me, he runs his tongue up the length
of my spine.
“Christian, please.”
“What do you want, Mrs. Grey.” His words are soft and close to my ear. He’s
almost lying on top of me . . . I can feel him hard against my behind.
“You.”
“And I you, my love, my life . . . ,” he whispers, and before I know it, he’s
flipped me on to my back. He stands swiftly and in one efficient move
dispenses with his pants and boxer briefs so that he’s gloriously naked and
looming large and ready over me. The small cabin is eclipsed by his dazzling
beauty and his want and need of me. He leans down and peels off my
panties then gazes down at me.
“Mine,” he mouths.
“Please,” I beg and he grins . . . a salacious, wicked, tempting, allFifty grin.
He crawls back onto the bed and trails kisses up my right leg this time . . .
until he reaches the apex of my thighs. He pushes my legs wider apart.
“Ah . . . wife of mine,” he murmurs and then his mouth is on me. I close my
eyes and surrender to his oh-so-adroit tongue. My hands fist in his hair as my
hips swing and sway, sla一ve to his rhythm, then buck off the small bed. He
grabs my hips to still me . . . but doesn’t stop the delicious torture. I’m close,
so close.
“Christian,” I moan.
“Not yet,” he breathes and he moves up my body, his tongue dipping into my
na一vel.
“No!” Damn! I sense his smile against my belly as his journey continues
north.
“So impatient, Mrs. Grey. We ha一ve until we touch down on the Emerald Isle.”
Reverentially he kisses my breasts and tugs my left nipple between his lips.
Gazing up at me, his eyes are dark like a tropical storm as he teases me.
Oh my . . . I’d forgotten. Europe.
“Husband, I wan
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