gs on the button of his fly, fumbling momentarily, then
freeing his erection.
Holy shit. My heart lurches as I fleetingly think I was asleep less than a
minute ago. He shifts, staring down at me for a split second, suspended
above me.
“Yes. Please,” I breathe, my voice hoarse and needy. And in one swift move
he buries himself inside me.
“Ah!” I cry out, not from any pain, but from surprise at his alacrity. He groans,
and his lips find mine again as he pushes into me, over and over, his tongue
possessing me, too. He moves frantically, compelled by his fear, his lust, his
desire, his—love? I don’t know, but I meet him thrust for thrust, welcoming
him.
“Ana,” he growls almost inarticulately, and he comes powerfully, pouring
himself into me, his face strained, his body rigid, before he collapses with his
full weight onto me, panting, and he lea一ves me hanging . . . again.
Holy shit. This is not my night. My inner goddess is preparing to disembowel
herself. I hold him, drawing in a lungful of air and practically writhing with need
beneath him. He eases out of me and holds me for minutes . . . many
minutes. Finally he shakes his head and leans up on his elbows, taking some
of his weight. He gazes down at me as if seeing me for the first time.
“Oh, Ana. Sweet Jesus.” He bends and kisses me tenderly.
“You okay?” I breathe, reaching up and caressing his lovely face. He blinks
and nods. He looks shaken and most definitely stirred; my own lost boy. He
frowns and stares intently into my eyes as if finally registering where he is.
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“You?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.
“Um . . .” I wriggle beneath him and after a moment he smiles, a slow carnal
smile.
“Mrs. Grey, you ha一ve needs,” he murmurs. He kisses me swiftly, then scoots
off the bed.
What?
Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, he reaches up, grabs me just
above the knees and pulls me toward him so my behind is on the edge of the
bed.
“Sit up,” he murmurs. I struggle into a sitting posit
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