Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 47

“You’re not really a party animal, are you?” she says.

“No. More the loner.”

“I’ve figured this out.” Her teeth graze my chin.

“Could say the same about you,” I murmur.

“I’m the wallflower, nose-in-a-book type.”

I skim my lips from her ear to her throat. “You’re too beautiful to be a wallflower.”

She groans and runs her fingernails over my shoulder blades as her body rises to welcome mine. She’s still slick and wet from earlier, and I ease into her and we move together, slower and sweeter this time. Her nails dig into my back as she wraps her legs around mine and she raises her hips to meet me. Over and over. Slow and sweet. She’s building.

I stop.

“Christian, don’t stop. Please,” she begs.

I love it when you beg, baby.

I move slowly and grip her hair at her nape with both hands, so she cannot turn her head. I gaze down at her, marveling at the intricate color of her irises. I move again. Slowly. In. Out. And then stop once more.

“Christian, please,” she breathes.

“It will only ever be you, Ana. Always.”

Don’t be jealous.

“I love you.” I start once more. She closes her eyes and tips her head back and comes around me, triggering my own orgasm. With a cry, I fall to her side to catch my breath. When I resurface, I turn over and pull her to me, kissing her hair.

I love waking up to Ana.

Closing my eyes, I imagine every Saturday could be like this. Anastasia Steele has given me a meaningful future, something I’ve not considered with any seriousness before. And next Saturday, I get the piece of paper that proves it.

She’ll be

Until death do us part.

lying on the cold, hard floor flashes before my eyes.

No!

I rub my face.

Stop. Grey. Stop.

I kiss her hair, breathing in her life-affirming fragrance, and I’m calmer.

a.m. I grab my phone from my nightstand to check the time. There’s a text

Good morning, Asshole.

I’m sitting in your vast living

waiting for you to get your

out here. Stop what you’re doing. Now.

You dirty dog.

What the hell?

I ease her out of my embrace. “No. He’s here.”

She frowns.

“Yeah, I don’t understand it, either.” I get up, stalk into

my couch, staring at his phone. “Good morning, hotshot, about time!” he hollers. “Glad you dressed for the occasion.”

“What in God’s name are you doing here, dude? It’s nine a.m.”

“Yep. Surprise! Get your ass in gear. I got the day planned.”

What? “I’m supposed to take

He scoffs, disgusted. “She’s a grown woman. She can do her own damn shopping.”

“Dude. I’m saving you. Shopping with women is hell. Go. Put some clothes on, you pervert. And for fuck’s sake have a shower. I can smell the sex from here.”

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