me. And as I grow accustomed to the alien feeling, my hips move tentatively to meet his.

He speeds up. I moan, and he pounds on, picking up speed, merciless, a relentless rhythm,

and I keep up, meeting his thrusts. He grasps my head between his hands and kisses me

hard, his teeth pulling at my lower lip again. He shifts slightly, and I can feel something

building deep inside me, like before. I start to stiffen as he thrusts on and on. My body

quivers, bows, a sheen of sweat gathers over me . Oh my… I didn’t know it would feel like

this… didn’t know it could feel as good as this. My thoughts are scattering... there’s only

sensation... only him... only me… oh please… I stiffen.

“Come for me, Ana,” he whispers breathlessly, and I unravel at his words, exploding

around him as I climax and splinter into a million pieces underneath him. And as he comes,

he calls out my name, thrusting hard, then stilling as he empties himself into me.

I am still panting, trying to slow my breathing, my thumping heart, and my thoughts

are in riotous disarray. Wow… that was astounding.I open my eyes, and he has his fore-

head pressed against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. Christian’s eyes flicker

open and gaze down at me, dark but soft. He’s still inside me. Leaning down, he gently

presses a kiss against my forehead then slowly pulls out of me.

“Ooh.” I wince at the unfamiliarity.

“Did I hurt you?” Christian asks as he lies down beside me propped on one elbow. He

tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. And I have to grin, widely.

“ Youare asking me if you hurt me?”

“The irony is not lost on me,” he smiles sardonically. “Seriously, are you okay?” His

eyes are intense, probing, demanding even.

I stretch out beside him, feeling loose-limbed, my bones like jelly, but I’m relaxed,

deeply relaxed. I grin at him. I can’t stop grinning. Now I know what all the fuss is about.

Two orgasms… coming apart at the seams, like the spin cycle on a washing machine, wow.

I had no idea what my body was capable of, could be wound so tightly and released so

violently, so gratifyingly. The pleasure was indescribable.

“You’re biting your lip, and you haven’t answered me.” He’s frowning. I grin up at

him impishly. He looks glorious with his tousled hair, burning narrowed gray eyes, and

serious, dark expression.

“I’d like to do that again,” I whisper. For a moment, I think I see a fleeting look of

relief on his face, before the shutters come down, and he gazes at me through hooded eyes.

“Would you now, Miss Steele?” he murmurs dryly. He leans down and kisses me very

gently at the corner of my mouth. “Demanding little thing aren’t you. Turn on your front.”

I blink at him momentarily, and then I turn over. He unhooks my bra and runs his hand

down my back to my behind.

“You really have the most beautiful skin,” he murmurs. He shifts so that one of his legs

pushes between mine, and he’s half lying across my back. I can feel the buttons of his shirt

pressing into me as he gathers my hair off my face and kisses my bare shoulder.

“Why are you wearing your shirt?” I ask. He stills. After a beat, he shuffles out of

his shirt, and he lies back down on me. I feel his warm skin against mine. Hmm… it feels

heavenly. He has a light dusting of hair across his chest, which tickles my back.

“So you want me to fuck you again?” he whispers in my ear, and he begins to trail

feather light kisses around my ear and down my neck.

His hand moves down, skimming my waist, over my hip, and down my thigh to the

back of my knee. He pushes my knee up higher, and my breath hitches… oh my, what’s

he doing now?He shifts so he’s between my legs, pressed against my back, and his hand

travels up my thigh to my behind. He caresses my cheek slowly, and then trails his fingers

down between my legs.

“I’m going to take you from behind, Anastasia,” he murmurs, and with his other hand,

he grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. I cannot move

my head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.

“You are mine,” he whispers. “Only mine. Don’t forget it.” His voice is intoxicating,

his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.

His long fingers reach round to gently massage my clitoris, circling slowly. His breath

is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.

“You smell divine,” he nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round and

round. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure

spikes through my blood like adrenaline.

“Keep still,” he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside

me, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my vagina. The effect is mind-

blowing – all my energy concentrating on this one small space inside my body. I moan.

“You like this?” he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his

thumb slowly, in, out, in, out… his fingers still circling.

I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disor-

dered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleashing on me, fire coursing through my

body. I moan again.

“You’re so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Anastasia, I like that. I like that a lot,”

he whispers.

I want to stiffen my legs, but I can’t move. He’s pinning me down, keeping up a

constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It’s absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves

suddenly.

“Open your mouth,” he commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly

open, blinking wildly.

“See how you taste,” he breathes against my ear. “Suck me, baby.” His thumb presses

on my tongue, and my mouth closes round him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his

thumb and the faint metallic tang of blood . Holy fuck.This is wrong, but holy hell is it

erotic.

“I want to fuck your mouth, Anastasia, and I will soon,” his voice is hoarse, raw, his

breathing more disjointed.

Fuck my mouth!I moan, and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my hair

tighter, painfully, so I release him.

“Naughty, sweet girl,” he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil

packet. “Stay still, don’t move,” he orders as he releases my hair.

He rips the foil while I’m breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The anticipa-

tion is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding

my head immobile. I cannot move. I’m enticingly ensnared by him, and he’s poised and

ready to take me once more.

“We’re going to go real, slow this time, Anastasia,” he breathes.

And slowly he eases into me, slowly, slowly, until he’s buried in me. Stretching, fill-

ing, relentless. I groan loudly. It feels deeper this time, delectable. I groan again, and he

deliberately circles his hips and pulls back, pauses a beat, and then eases his way back in.

He repeats this motion again and again. It’s driving me insane – his teasing, deliberately

slow thrusts, and the intermittent feeling of fullness is overwhelming.

“You feel so good,” he groans, and my insides start to quiver. He pulls back and waits.

“Oh no, baby, not yet,” he murmurs, and as the quivering ceases, he starts the whole deli-

cious process again.

“Oh, please,” I beg. I’m not sure I can take much more. My body is wound so tight,

craving release.

“I want you sore, baby,” he murmurs, and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment,