The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still makes me swoon.
Anastasia
You are My More
My Love, My Life
Christian
Stichwörter: love sweet fifty-shades e-l-james fifty-shades-of-grey christian-grey fifty-shades-freed anastasia-grey
Don't place some vague moral judgement on yourself based on what others might think. Don't waste your energy.
E.L. JamesStichwörter: fifty-shades-of-grey
I've never wanted more, until I met you.
E.L. JamesStichwörter: love fifty-shades-of-grey christian-grey
Drawing up my knees, I fold in on myself. I want to make myself as small as possible. Perhaps this nonsensical pain will be smaller the smaller I am. Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous.
E.L. JamesStichwörter: love heartbroken fifty-shades fifty-shades-of-grey el-james
Is there anything you won't do?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I've never done anything like this."
"Well, when you've had sex, was there anything that you didn't like doing?"
For the first time in what seems to be ages, I blush.
"You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or this isn't going to work."
I squirm uncomfortably again and stare at my knotted fingers.
"Tell me," he commands.
"Well...I haven't had sex before, so I don't know." My voice is small. I peek up at him, and he's gaping at me, frozen, and pale-really pale.
"Never?" he whispers. T shake my head.
"You're a virgin?" he breathes. I nod, flushing again. He closed his eyes and looks to be counting to ten. When he opens them again, he's angry, glaring at me.
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" he growls
Stichwörter: fifty-shades-of-grey
You. Are. Going. To. Have. To. Learn. To. Keep. Still.
E.L. JamesStichwörter: fifty-shades-of-grey christian-grey
He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist.
“This is mine,” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.
“Yes, yours…”
Abruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he’s lying on top of me.
“Hands on your head,” he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider…
“We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?
Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.
Stichwörter: romance bdsm domination submission erotica bondage erotic-romance e-l-james fifty-shades-of-grey christian-grey-anastasia-steele
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