Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 200

So wet.

So ready.

So greedy.

The heel of my hand pushes up against her clitoris.

“I’m going to make you come quickly, Ana. Ready?”

“Yes,” she breathes, nodding frantically. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I move my hand. Hard. Fast. Stimulating her both inside and out. She mewls above me. Her head

twisting to and fro, her toes curling, and her fingers clawing at the towel beneath her. I know she wants

to straighten her legs to lessen the intense feeling. But she can’t; she’s close.

So close.

But I don’t stop.

And I feel it.

The beginning.

Of the end.

Her orgasm. Coming.

“Surrender,” I whisper, and she cries out. Loud and proud, and I press the heel of my hand against her

clitoris, and ride out her orgasm, which goes on and on.

Wow. Ana.

With my other hand I untie the robe belts, one at a time.

As she descends back to earth, I murmur, “My turn.” Withdrawing my fingers from inside her, I ease

back and I flip her over so she’s facedown on the sofa, her knees on the floor. I yank open my jeans,

spread her legs with my knee, and slap her hard across her beautiful backside.

“Ah!” she cries, and I drive into her, as deep as I can. She cries out again.

“Oh, Ana,” I breathe, and gripping her hips, I start to move. Hard. Fast.

Again. Taking my pleasure. She wanted it rough.

We. Aim. To. Please.

I drive into her. Losing myself. In her. So in her.

Her cries taking me higher.

Fuck.

She’s building again.

I feel it.

“Come on, Ana!” I shout, and she comes once more, taking me over the edge with her.

I ease her off the sofa and we lie down on the floor, where she sprawls on top of me, facing the ceiling.

We’re quiet, catching our collective breath.

“Life-affirming enough for you?” I ask eventually, as I kiss her hair.

“Oh, yes.” Her hands settle on my thighs, and she tugs at the material of my jeans. “I think we should

go again. No clothes for you this time.”

Again! “Christ, Ana. Give a man a chance.”

She giggles, and I can’t help laughing with her. “I’m glad Ray’s conscious. Seems all your appetites are

back.”

She turns over, still on top of me, and scowls. “Are you forgetting about last night and this morning?”

she pouts and rests her chin on her hands, on my chest.

“Nothing forgettable about either of those.” I grin and grab her bountiful behind with both hands. “You

have a fantastic ass, Mrs. Grey.”

“So do you.” She arches a brow. “Though yours is still under cover.”

“And what are you going to do about that, Mrs. Grey?”

“Why, I’m going to undress you, Mr. Grey. All of you.”

Her enthusiasm is infectious.

“And I think there’s a lot that’s sweet about you,” she whispers, repeating the song lyric, her eyes

radiating her warmth and love.

Shit.

“You are,” she stresses, and kisses the corner of my mouth. Closing my eyes, I tighten my arms around

her.

Why are you talking about this?

“Christian, you are. You made this weekend so special—in spite of what happened to Ray. Thank you.”

Large, luminous eyes meet mine.

“Because I love you,” I murmur.

“I know,” she says. “I love you, too.” She runs her fingertips down my cheek. “And you’re precious to

me, too. You do know that, don’t you?”

Precious. Me?

Suddenly, I’m helpless and panicked. And completely disarmed.

What do I say?

Not now, Maggot.

Fuck. I close my eyes. I don’t want that in my head.

“Believe me,” she whispers, and I open them once more, gray eyes to blue.

“It’s not easy.” My words are almost inaudible.

I don’t want to talk about this.

It’s too raw. Right now. For some reason I don’t understand.

She holds such power over me. That’s why.

“Try. Try hard, because it’s true.” She caresses my face, and I know she means what she says. If only I

could hear it without panicking inside.

“You’ll get cold. Come.” I move her to one side and stand, pulling her to her feet, too.

Leaving the detritus of our lovemaking, Ana slips her arm around me. I switch off the iPod and we stroll

back into the bedroom, while I wonder about my reaction.

Why is it still so hard to hear her declarations of love sometimes?

I shake my head.

“Shall we watch TV?” Ana asks, and I know she’s trying to recapture our former levity.

“I was hoping for round two.”

She eyes me speculatively. “Well, in that case, I think I’ll be in charge.”

Oh!

She pushes me suddenly with such force that I fall onto the bed. Before I know it, she’s straddled me

and is pinning my arms down on either side of my head.

“Well, Mrs. Grey, now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

Leaning down, her breath tickling my ear, she whispers, “I am going to fuck you with my mouth.”

Oh boy.

I close my eyes as she runs her teeth along my jaw, and I surrender to her. I surrender to the love of

my life.

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