Fifty Shades Darker (book 5)

Chapter 67

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I need this. I crave this contact.

She groans and tilts her pelvis, compressing my hardening denim-clad cock.

Fuck.

I suck in my breath. And stop kissing her.

What are you doing?

She’s panting, gazing up at me with a scorching, imploring expression.

She wants more.

I flex my hips, pushing my erection against her while watching her reaction. She closes her eyes and moans with

carnal appreciation and tugs at my hair. I do it again, and this time she slides against me.

Whoa.

The feeling’s exquisite.

Her teeth scrape my chin and she claims my lips and my tongue in a passionate wet kiss as she and I grind

against each other, moving in perfect opposition, creating a sweet, sweet friction that is delicious torture. The heat

builds and burns between us, concentrated at our point of connection. Her fingers grasp my arms as her breathing

accelerates. Panting, she moves her hand to my lower back and into the waistband of my jeans, where she cups

my ass and urges me on.

I’m going to come.

No.

“You’re going to unman me, Ana.” I kneel up and tug down my pants, freeing my erection, and grab a condom

from my pocket. I hand it to Ana, who lies, breathless, on the bed.

“You want me, baby, and I sure as hell want you. You know what to do.”

With greedy fingers she rips open the foil packet and unfurls the condom over my straining dick.

She’s so keen. I grin at her when she lies back down.

Insatiable Ana.

I run my nose along hers and slowly, slowly sink into her, claiming her.

She’s mine.

She grasps my arms and tilts her chin up, her mouth open in a wide o of pleasure. Gently, I slide into her again,

my arms and hands on either side of her face.

“You make me forget everything. You are the best therapy.” I ease out of her again, and ease back inside her.

“Please, Christian, faster.” She pushes her pelvis up to meet me.

“Oh no, baby. I need this slow.”

Please. Let’s do this slowly.

I kiss her and tug her bottom lip. She twines her fingers in my hair and holds me and lets me continue at my slow,

tender pace. On and on and on. She begins to build, her legs stiffening, and she throws her head back as she

comes, taking me with her.

“Oh, Ana,” I call, and her name is a prayer on my lips. That unfamiliar feeling is back, swelling in my chest, fighting

to get out. And I know what it is. I’ve known forever. I want to tell her I love her.

But I can’t.

The words burn to ashes in my throat.

I swallow and rest my head on her belly, my arms coiled around her. Her fingers tangle in my hair. “I will never get

enough of you. Don’t leave me.” I kiss her belly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Christian, and I seem to remember that I wanted to kiss your belly,” she says. And she

sounds a little grumpy.

“Nothing stopping you now, baby.”

“I don’t think I can move. I’m so tired.”

I stretch out beside her and pull the comforter over us. She looks radiant but exhausted.

Let her sleep, Grey.

“Sleep now, sweet Ana.” I kiss her hair and hold her.

I never want to let her go.

I WAKE TO BRILLIANT sunshine filtering through the sheers that shroud the windows and Ana soundly asleep

beside me. In spite of our late night I feel refreshed; I sleep well when I’m with her.

I climb out of bed, grab my jeans and my T-shirt, and drag them on. If I stay in bed, I know I’ll wake her. She’s too

tempting to leave alone, and I know she needs sleep.

In the main room, I sit down at the escritoire and take my laptop out of the bag. My first job is to e-mail Dr. Greene.

I ask her if she can come to the hotel to attend to Ana. She responds that the only time she can do is ten fifteen.

Great.

I confirm the time and then call Mac, who’s the first mate on my yacht.

“Mr. Grey.”

“Mac. I’d like to take The Grace out this afternoon.”

“You’ll have fine weather.”

“Yes. I’d like to head out to Bainbridge Island.”

“I’ll get her ready, sir.”

“Great. We’ll see you at around lunchtime.”

“We?”

“Yes, I’m bringing my girlfriend, Anastasia Steele.”

There’s a slight hesitation in Mac’s voice before he says, “Look forward to it.”

“Me, too.”

I hang up, excited that I can show The Grace to Ana. I think she’ll love sailing. She loved the soaring and the flight

in Charlie Tango.

I call Taylor for an update, but his phone goes to voice mail. I hope he’s getting some well-deserved sleep or Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

having Ana’s wrecked Audi removed from the garage as he promised. It reminds me that I need to replace her car.

I wonder if Taylor has spoken to the Audi dealership. It’s a Sunday, so maybe not.

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