ears streaming down my face—my body left
pulsing and shaking.
And I’m aware that Christian kneels, still inside me, pulling me upright onto
his lap. He clutches my head with one hand and my back with another, and
he comes violently inside me while my insides continue to tremble with
aftershocks. It’s draining, it’s exhausting, it’s hell . . . it’s hea一ven. It’s
hedonism gone wild.
Christian tears off the blindfold and kisses me. He kisses my eyes, my nose,
my cheeks. He kisses away the tears, clutching my face in between his
hands.
“I love you, Mrs. Grey,” he breathes. “Even though you make me so mad—I
feel so alive with you.” I don’t ha一ve the energy to open either my eyes or my
mouth to respond. Very gently, he lays me back on the bed and eases out of
me.
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Fifty Shades Freed
I mouth some wordless protest. He climbs off the bed and undoes the
handcuffs. When I’m free, he gently rubs my wrists and ankles, then lies down
beside me again, pulling me into his arms. I stretch out my legs. Oh my, that
feels good. I feel good. That was, without doub一t, the most intense climax I
ha一ve ever endured. Hmm . . . a Christian Grey fifty shades punishment fuck.
I really must misbeha一ve more often.
A pressing need from my bladder wakes me. When I open my eyes, I’m
disorientated. It’s dark outside. Where am I? London? Paris? Oh—the boat.
I feel her pitch and roll, and hear the quiet hum of the engines. We’re on the
move. How odd. Christian is beside me, working on his laptop, casually
dressed in a white linen shirt and chino trousers, his feet bare. His hair is still
wet, I presume from a shower. I can smell his body wash and his Christian
smell . . . Hmm.
“Hi,” he murmurs, gazing down at me, his eyes warm.
“Hi.” I smile, feeling suddenly shy. “How long ha一ve I been asleep?”
“Just an hour or so.”
“We’re moving?”
“I figured since we ate out last night and went to the ballet and the Casino
that we’d dine on board tonight. A quiet night &agra一ve; deux.”
I grin at him. “Whe
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