Chapter 12 (1/2)

”And have me you will, Anastasia.”

He rears up and slams into me. I scream, tilting my head back, pulling on the restraints as he hits my sweet spot, and I am all sensation, everywhere - a sweet, sweet agony, and I cannot move. He stills then circles his hips, and the motion radiates deep inside me.

”Why do you defy me, Ana?”

”Christian, stop . . .”

He circles deep inside me again, ignoring my plea, easing out slowly and then slamming into me again.

”Tell me. Why?” he hisses, and I'm vaguely aware that it's through gritted teeth.

I cry out in an incoherent wail . . . this is too much.

”Tell me.”

”Christian . . .”

”Ana, I need to know.”

He slams into me again, thrusting so deep, and I'm building . . . the feeling is so intense - it swamps me, spiraling out from deep within my belly, to each limb, to each biting metal restraint.

”I don't know!” I cry out. ”Because I can! Because I love you!

Please, Christian.”

He groans loudly and thrusts deep, again and again, over and over, and I am lost, trying to absorb the pleasure. It's mind blowing . . . body blowing . . . I long to straighten my legs, to control my imminent orgasm, but I can't . . . I'm helpless. I'm his, just his, to do with as he wills . . . Tears spring to my eyes. This is too intense. I can't stop him. I don't want to stop him . . . I want . . . I want . . . oh no, oh no . . . this is too . . .

”That's it,” Christian growls. ”Feel it, baby!”

I detonate around him, again and again, round and round, screaming loudly as my orgasm rips me apart, scorching through me like a wildfire, consuming everything. I am wrung ragged, tears streaming down my face - my body left pulsing and shaking.

And I'm aware that Christian kneels, still inside me, pulling me upright onto his lap. He clutches my head with one hand and my back with another, and he comes violently inside me while my insides continue to tremble with aftershocks. It's draining, it's exhausting, it's hell . . . it's heaven. It's hedonism gone wild.

Christian tears off the blindfold and kisses me. He kisses my eyes, my nose, my cheeks. He kisses away the tears, clutching my face in between his hands.

”I love you, Mrs. Grey,” he breathes. ”Even though you make me so mad - I feel so alive with you.” I don't have the energy to open either my eyes or my mouth to respond. Very gently, he lays me back on the bed and eases out of me.