Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

myself, knowing his fear. Regardless, my desire unfurls, hot and heavy, blossoming deep inside me. He groans and grabs my shoulders, pushing me away.
    “Do you want me to fuck you on the stairs?” he mutters, his breathing ragged. “Because right now, I will.”
    “Yes,” I murmur and I’m sure my dark gaze matches his.
    He glares at me, his eyes hooded and heavy. “No. I want you in my bed.” He scoops me up suddenly over his shoulder, making me squeal, loudly, and smacks me hard on my behind, so that I squeal again. As he heads down the stairs, he stoops to pick up the fallen spreader bar.
    Mrs. Jones is coming out of the utility room when we pass through the hall. She smiles at us, and I give her an apologetic upside-down wave. I don’t think Christian notices her.
    In the bedroom, he sets me down on my feet and drops the spreader on to the bed.
    “I don’t think you’ll hurt me,” I breathe.
    “I don’t think I’ll hurt you, either,” he says. He takes my head in his hands and kisses me, long and hard, igniting my already heated blood.
    “I want you so much,” he whispers against my mouth, panting. “Are you sure about this—after today?’
    “Yes. I want you, too. I want to undress you.” I can’t wait to get my hands on him—my fingers are itching to touch him.
    His eyes widen and for a moment, he hesitates, perhaps to consider my request.
    “Okay,” he says cautiously.
    I reach for the second button on his shirt and hear him catch his breath.
    “I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to,” I whisper.
    “No,” he responds quickly. “Do. It’s fine. I’m good,” he mutters.
    I gently undo the button and my fingers glide down his shirt to the next. His eyes are large and luminous, his lips parted as his breathing shallows. He is so beautiful, even in his fear . . . because of his fear. I undo the third button and notice his soft hair poking through the large V of the shirt.
    “I want to kiss you there,” I murmur.
    He inhales sharply. “Kiss me?”
    “Yes,” I murmur.
    His gasps as I undo the next button and very slowly lean forward, making my intention clear. He’s holding his breath, but stands stock-still as I plant a gentle kiss among the soft, exposed curls. I undo the final button and lift my face to him. He’s gazing at me, and there’s a look of satisfaction, calm, and . . . wonder on his face.
    “It’s getting easier, isn’t it?” I whisper.
    He nods as I slowly push his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
    “What have you done to me, Ana?” he murmurs. “Whatever it is, don’t stop.” And he gathers me in his arms, fisting both his hands in my hair and pulling my head right back so that he can have easy access to my throat.
    He runs his lips up to my jaw, nipping softly. I groan. Oh, I want this man. My fingers fumble at his waistband, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper.
    “Oh, baby,” he breathes as he kisses me behind my ear. I feel his erection, firm and hard, straining against me. I want him—in my mouth. I step back abruptly and drop to my knees.
    “Whoa?” he gasps.
    I tug his pants and boxers sharply, and he springs free. Before he can stop me, I take him into my mouth, sucking hard, enjoying his shocked astonishment as his mouth drops open.   He gazes down at me, watching my every move, eyes so dark and filled with carnal bliss.   Oh my. I sheath my teeth and suck harder. He closes his eyes and surrenders to this blissful carnal pleasure is so arousing. I know what I do to him, and it’s hedonistic, liberating, and sexy as hell. The feeling is heady, I’m not just powerful—I’m omniscient.
    “Fuck,” he hisses and gently cradles my head, flexing his hips so he moves deeper inside my mouth. Oh yes, I want this and I swirl my tongue around him, pulling hard . . . over and over.
    “Ana.” He tries to step back.
    Oh no you don’t, Grey. I want you . I grab his hips firmly, doubling my efforts, and I can tell he’s close.
    “Please,” he pants. “I’m gonna come, Ana,” he groans.
    Good. My inner goddess’s head is thrown back in ecstasy, and he comes, loudly and wetly, into my mouth.
    He opens his bright gray eyes, gazing down at me, and I smile up at him, licking my lips. He grins back at me, a wicked, salacious grin.
    “Oh, so this is the game we’re playing, Miss Steele?” He bends, hooks his hands under my arms, and pulls me to my feet. Suddenly his mouth is on mine. He