I grasp his arms and tilt my chin up, reveling in the exquisitely full feeling of his possession. He runs his teeth along my chin, eases back, and then slides into me again—so slow, so sweet, so tender—his body pressing down on me, his elbows and his hands on either side of my face.
«You make me forget everything. You are the best therapy,” he breathes, moving at an achingly leisurely pace, savoring every inch of me.
«Please, Christian—faster,” I murmur, wanting more, now.
«Oh no, baby. I need this slow.» He kisses me sweetly, gently biting my lower lip and absorbing my soft moans.
I move my hands into his hair and surrender myself to his rhythm as slowly and surely my body climbs higher and higher and plateaus, then falls hard and fast as I come around him.
«Oh, Ana,” he breathes as he lets go, my name a benediction on his lips as he finds his release.
His head rests on my belly, his arms wrapped around me. My fingers forage in his unruly hair, and we lie like this for I don’t know how long. It’s so late and I am so tired, but I just want to enjoy the quiet serene after–glow of making love with Christian Grey, because that’s what we’ve done, gentle, sweet lovemaking.
He’s come a long way, as have I, in such a short time. It’s almost too much to absorb. With all the fucked–up stuff, I am losing sight of his simple, honest journey with me.
«I will never get enough of you. Don’t leave me,” he murmurs and kisses my belly.
«I’m not going anywhere, Christian, and I seem to remember that I wanted to kiss your belly,” I grumble sleepily.
He grins against my skin. «Nothing stopping you now baby.»
«I don’t think I can move I’m so tired.»
Christian sighs and shifts reluctantly, coming to lie beside me with his head on his elbow and dragging the covers over us. He gazes down at me, his eyes glowing, warm, loving.
«Sleep now, baby.» He kisses my hair and wraps his arm around me and I drift.
When I open my eyes, light is filling the room, making me blink. My head is fuzzy from lack of sleep. Where am I? Oh—the hotel…
«Hi,” Christian murmurs, smiling fondly at me. He’s lying beside me, fully dressed, on top of the bed. How long has he been here? Has he been studying me? Suddenly, I feel incredibly shy as my face heats under his steady gaze.
«Hi,” I murmur, grateful that I am lying on my front. «How long have you been watching me?»
«I could watch you sleep for hours, Anastasia. But I’ve only been here about five minutes.» He leans over and kisses me gently. «Dr. Greene will be here shortly.»
«Oh.» I’d forgotten about Christian’s inappropriate intervention.
«Did you sleep well?» he inquires mildly. «Certainly seemed like it to me, with all that snoring.»
Oh, playful teasing Fifty.
«I do not snore!» I pout petulantly.
«No. You don’t.» He grins at me. The faint line of red lipstick is still visible around his neck.
«Did you shower?»
«No. Waiting for you.»
«Oh… okay.»
«What time is it?»
«Ten fifteen. I didn’t have the heart to wake you earlier.»
«You told me you didn’t have a heart at all.»
He smiles, sadly but doesn’t answer. «Breakfast is here—pancakes and bacon for you. Come, get up, I’m getting lonely out here.» He swats me sharply on my behind, making me jump, and rises from the bed.
Hmm… Christian’s version of warm affection.
As I stretch, I’m aware I ache all over… no doubt a result of all the sex, dancing, and teetering in expensive high–heeled shoes. I stagger out of bed and make my way into the sumptuously appointed bathroom while going over the events of the previous day in my mind. When I come out, I don one of the over–fluffy bathrobes that hang on a brass peg in the bathroom.
Leila—the girl who looks like me—that’s the most startling image my brain conjures for conjecture, that and her eerie presence in Christian’s bedroom. What did she want? Me? Christian? To do what? And why the fuck has she wrecked my car?
Christian said I would have another Audi, like all his submissives. The thought is unwelcome. Since I was so generous with the money he gave me, there’s not a lot I can do.
I wander into the main room of the suite—no sign of Christian. I finally locate him in the dining room. I take a seat, grateful for the impressive breakfast laid before me. Christian is reading the Sunday papers and drinking coffee, his breakfast finished. He smiles at me.
«Eat up. You’re going to need your strength today,” he teases.
«And why is that? You going to lock me in the bedroom?» My inner goddess jerks awake suddenly, all disheveled with a just–fucked look.
«Appealing as that idea is, I thought we’d go out today. Get some fresh air.»
«Is it safe?» I ask innocently, trying and failing to keep the irony from my voice.
Christian’s face falls, and his mouth presses in a line. «Where we’re going, it is. And it’s not a joking matter,” he adds sternly, narrowing his eyes.
I flush and stare down at my breakfast. I don’t feel like being scolded after all the drama and such a late night. I eat my breakfast in silence, feeling petulant.
