Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 71

She lets free a heartfelt moan of pleasure and leans back against me. My fingers travel over the back of her head to her nape. I take a fistful of her lush hair and tug, giving me access to her throat. “You’re mine.” I tease her earlobe with my teeth.

She groans.

“Hush now.” I sweep her hair over her shoulder and skim my finger along the lace edging of her dress. A tremor runs through her as I press my lips to her skin above the top button.

“So beautiful,” I whisper, and undo it. “You have made me the happiest man alive today.” Taking my sweet time, I continue unfastening each delicate button. Her dress falls open, revealing her pale pink corset with delicate hooks at the back.

My cock approves. Big-time.

“I love you so much.” I skim my lips from her nape to her shoulder. Murmuring between kisses. “I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. You. Are. Mine.”

She angles her head, offering her throat to me.

“Mine,” I utter against her skin, and slip her sleeves down her arms so that her bridal gown falls to her feet, in a delicate shock of silk and lace, leaving her in her corset with garters and stockings.

Sweet Jesus. Stockings. All the blood in my body heads south.

“Turn around.” My voice is hoarse.

Inhaling sharply, I study my wife. She looks demure and really fucking hot all at once; her breasts forced up and full beneath her corset and her hair a tumbling riot of lush chestnut.

“You like?” she asks, and she turns a fetching pink that matches her sexy underwear.

“More than like, baby. You look sensational. Here.” I offer her my hand, and she steps out of her dress.

“Keep still,” I warn, locking my eyes on hers. I run a finger over the soft swell of her breasts. They quiver beneath my touch as she inhales and exhales, faster…and shallower.

I love turning my wife on.

Reluctantly, I lift my finger from her skin and spin it in the air.

Turn around for me.

neck. From this angle, I have a glorious top view of her straining

“Mine,” I breathe.

“Yours,” she

She pushes her ass against me and I have to fight my urge to press myself into her. As I skim my hands down the soft satin, over her stomach, her belly, to her thighs—my thumbs briefly skating over her vulva—she leans her head against me, eyes closed, and groans. My fingers find her garters and I unhook both

“Mine,” I whisper. As I caress her backside, my fingertips brush beneath her panties.

“Ah,” she moans.

She’s wet.

Fuck. Ana. You siren.

I unclip her garters at the back, then lean down and pull the duvet back. “Sit down.” She obliges and I kneel at her feet and tug off each of her shoes, placing them by her dress. I’m aware of her burning gaze as I slowly remove her left stocking, my thumbs skimming over her skin as I peel it off. I do the same with

“A present you’ve had already,” she says quietly.

What? Her comment takes me by surprise. “Oh, no, baby,” I reassure her, if that’s what she needs. “This time it’s really mine.”

“Christian, I’ve been yours since I said yes.” She moves forward and holds my face between her palms. “I’m yours. I will always

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