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Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

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Autoren: James E. L.
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move, really move. This is not making love, this is fucking – and I love it. I groan. It’s so raw, so carnal, making me so wanton. I revel in his possession, his lust slaking mine. He moves with ease, luxuriating in me, enjoying me, his lips slightly parted as his breathing increases. He twists his hips from side to side, and the feeling is exquisite.
    Oh my. I close my eyes, feeling the build up – that delicious, slow, step-climbing build. Pushing me higher, higher to the castle in the air. Oh yes… his stroke increases fractionally. I moan loudly. I am all sensation… all him, enjoying every thrust, every push that fills me. And he picks up the pace, thrusting faster… harder… and my whole body is moving to his rhythm, and I can feel my legs stiffening, and my insides quivering and quickening.
    “Come on, baby, give it up for me,” he cajoles through gritted teeth, and the fervent need in his voice – the strain – sends me over the edge.
    I cry out a wordless, passionate plea as I touch the sun and burn, falling around him, falling down, back to a breathless, bright summit on Earth. He slams into me and stops abruptly as he reaches his climax, pulling at my wrists and sinking gracefully and wordlessly onto me.
    Wow... that was unexpected. I slowly materialize back on Earth.
    “What the hell are you doing to me?” he breathes as he nuzzles my neck. “You completely beguile me, Ana. You weave some powerful magic.”
    He releases my wrists, and I run my fingers through his hair, coming down from my high. I tighten my legs around him.
    “I’m the one beguiled,” I whisper.
    He looks up, gazing at me, his expression is disconcerted, alarmed even. Placing his hands on either side of my face, he holds my head in place.
    “You. Are. Mine,” he says, each word a staccato. “Do you understand?”
    He’s so earnest, so impassioned – a zealot. The force of his plea is so unexpected and disarming. I wonder why he’s feeling like this.
    “Yes, yours,” I whisper, derailed by his fervor.
    “Are you sure you have to go to Georgia?”
    I nod slowly. And in that brief moment, I can see his expression change and the shutters coming down. Abruptly he withdraws, making me wince.
    “Are you sore?” he asks, leaning over me.
    “A little,” I confess.
    “I like you sore.” His eyes smolder. “Reminds you where I’ve been, and only me.”
    He grabs my chin and kisses me roughly, then stands and holds his hand out to help me up. I glance down at the foil packet beside me.
    “Always prepared,” I murmur.
    He looks at me confused as he redoes his fly. I hold up the empty packet.
    “A man can hope, Anastasia, dream even, and sometimes his dreams come true.”
    He sounds so odd, his eyes burning. I just don’t understand. My post-coital glow is fading fast. What is his problem?
    “So, on your desk, that’s been a dream?” I ask dryly, trying humor to lighten the atmosphere between us.
    He smiles an enigmatic smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and I know immediately this is not the first time he’s had sex on his desk. The thought is unwelcome. I squirm uncomfortably as my post-coital glow evaporates.
    “I’d better go and have a shower.” I stand and make to move past him.
    He frowns and runs a hand through his hair.
    “I’ve got a couple more calls to make. I’ll join you for breakfast once you’re out of the shower. I think Mrs. Jones has laundered your clothes from yesterday. They’re in the closet.”
    What? When the hell did she do that? Jeez, could she hear us? I flush.
    “Thank you,” I mutter.
    “You’re most welcome,” he replies automatically, but there’s an edge to his voice.
    I’m not saying thank you for fucking me. Although, it was very...
    “What?” he asks, and I realize I’m frowning.
    “What’s wrong?” I ask softly.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well… you’re being more weird than usual.”
    “You find me weird?” He tries to stifle a smile.
    I blush.
    “Sometimes.”
    He regards me for a moment, his eyes speculative.
    “As ever, I’m surprised by you, Miss Steele.”
    “Surprised how?”
    “Let’s just say that was an unexpected treat.”
    “We aim to please, Mr. Grey.” I cock my head to one side like he often does to me and give his words back to him.
    “And please me you do,” he says, but he looks uneasy. “I thought you were going to have a shower.”
    Oh, he’s dismissing me.
    “Yes… um, I’ll see you in a moment.” I scurry

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