Mrs. Grey?” He then sucks hard on my nipple. I tug his hair. He
groans and peers up. “I’ll restrain you,” he warns.
“Take me,” I beg.
“All in good time,” he murmurs against my skin. His hand tra一vels down at an
infuriatingly slow speed to my hip as he worships my nipple with his mouth. I
moan loudly, my breath short and shallow, and try once more to entice him
into me, rocking against him. He’s thick and hea一vy and close, but he’s taking
his own sweet leisurely time with me.
Fuck this. I struggle and twist, determined to buck him off me again.
“What the—”
Grabbing my hands, Christian pins them down on the bed, my arms spread
wide, and rests his full bodyweight on me, completely subduing me. I am
breathless, wild.
“You wanted resistance,” I say, panting. He rears up over me and gazes
down, his hands still locked around my wrists. I place my heels under his
behind and push. He doesn’t move. Gah!
“You don’t want to play nice?” he asks astonished, his eyes alight with
excitement.
“I just want you to make love to me, Christian.” Could he be any more
ob一tuse? First we’re fighting and wrestling then he’s all tender and sweet. It’s
confusing. I’m in bed with Mr. Mercurial.
“Please.” I press my heels against his backside once more. Burning gray
eyes search mine. Oh, what is he thinking? He looks momentarily bewildered
and confused. He releases my hands and sits back on his heels, pulling me
into his lap.
“Okay, Mrs. Grey, we’ll do this your way.” He reaches around my waist, lifts,
and slowly lowers me on to him so I’m straddling him.
“Ah!” This is it. This is what I want. This is what I need. Curling my arms
around his neck, I twist my fingers in his hair, glorying in the feeling of him
inside me. I start to move. Taking control, taking him at my pace, at my
speed. He moans, and his lips find mine and we’re lost.
I trail my fingers through the hair on Christian’s chest. He lies on his back, still
and quiet beside me as we both catch our breath. His hand thrums
rhythmically
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