Fifty Shades Darker (book 5)

Chapter 43

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She is my salvation.

I stop at the bottom of my rib cage and move her hand across my abdomen, the lipstick spilling its

red trail as she paints my body. I’m panting, trying desperately to hide my fear. Each muscle is

tense and standing proud as the red slices my flesh. I lean back, supporting myself on flexed,

straining arms as I fight my demons and surrender myself to her gentle illustration. She’s halfway

done when I let go and give her total control. “And up the other side,” I whisper.

With the same single-minded focus, Ana draws up my right side. Eyes impossibly large. Anguished.

But holding my attention. When she reaches the top of my shoulder, she stops. “There, done,” she

breathes, her voice husky with repressed emotion. She lifts her hand away from my body, giving me

a brief respite.

“No, you’re not.” I draw a line with my finger around the base of my neck above my clavicle. Ana

takes a deep breath and traces the lipstick along the same line. When she finishes, blue eyes meet

gray.

“Now my back,” I instruct, and shift so that she clambers off me. I turn around, my back to her, and

cross my legs. “Follow the line from my chest, all the way around to the other side.” My voice is

hoarse and alien to me, like I’ve left my body entirely to watch a beautiful young woman tame a

monster.

No. No.

Be in the moment, Grey.

Live this.

Feel this.

Conquer this.

I am at Ana’s mercy.

The woman I love.

The tip of the lipstick crosses my back as I hunch over and screw my eyes shut, tolerating the pain.

It disappears.

“Around your neck, too?” Her voice is plaintive. Full of reassurance. My life buoy. I nod and the pain

is back, piercing my skin beneath my hairline.

Then, just as suddenly, it’s gone again.

“Finished,” she says, and I want to shout my relief from the helipad on Escala. I turn to face her and

she’s watching me. And I know I’ll shatter like a shard of glass if I see any pity on her face…but

there’s none. She’s waiting. Patient. Kind. Controlled. Compassionate.

My Ana.

“Those are my boundaries,” I whisper.

“I can live with those. Right now I want to launch myself at you,” she says, her eyes shining.

At last!

My relief is a wicked smile, and I hold out my hands in invitation. “Well, Miss Steele, I’m all yours.”

She squeals with glee and throws herself into my arms.

Whoa!

She knocks me off balance, but I recover and twist so that she lands on the bed beneath me,

grasping my biceps. “Now, about that rain check.” I kiss her, hard. Her fingers curl in my hair and

tug as I consume her. She moans, her tongue entwined with mine, and there’s a reckless, wild

abandon in our kissing. She’s driving the darkness out and I’m drinking in her light. Adrenaline is

fueling my passion and she’s matching me kiss for kiss. I want her naked. I sit her up and drag her

T-shirt over her head and toss it to the floor.

“I want to feel you.” My words are feverish against her lips as I undo her bra and throw it aside. I lay

her back down on the bed and kiss her breast, my lips toying with one nipple while my fingers tease

the other. She cries out when I suck and tug hard.

“Yes, baby, let me hear you,” I breathe against her skin.

She squirms beneath me as I continue my sensual worship of her breasts. Her nipples respond to

my touch, growing longer and harder as Ana writhes to a rhythm set by her passion.

She is a goddess.

My goddess.

I undo the button on her jeans as she twists her hands in my hair. I make short work of her zipper

and slip my hand inside her panties. My fingers slide with ease to their goal.

Fuck.

She thrusts her pelvis up to meet the heel of my hand and I press against her clitoris as she mewls

beneath me. She’s slick and ready. “Oh, baby,” I whisper, and lean up and hover over her, watching

her wild expression. “You’re so wet.”

“I want you,” she whimpers.

I kiss her again as my hand moves against and inside her. I’m greedy. I want all of her. I need all of

her.

She’s mine.

Mine.

I sit up and grab the hem of her jeans, and in one swift tug they’re off. I hook my fingers in her

panties and they follow. I stand and out of my pocket take a foil packet and toss it at her. I’m

relieved to remove my jeans and underwear.

Ana rips open the packet and eyes me hungrily when I lie down beside her. Slowly she rolls the

condom over me and I grab her hands and roll onto my back.

“You. On top,” I insist, and I sit her astride me. “I want to see you.”

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