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He divulges to Ana that he was beaten as a child and his mom was a crack whore. So now he likes to beat women that look like his mom. She is a little scared, but mostly of her love for him.
She can look past these things because he's going to change for her This book is basically one giant sex scene. They're straight up rabbits! Seriously, she's like an over chlorinated pool filled with raging sex hormones. Would she even love Christian if he didn't have a big dick and no how to use it? The one and only thing about this book that I found ever so slightly disappointing is that I really wanted more of a comeuppance for Elena aka Mrs.
Like Ana, I never felt like what she did to Christian at such a young age was right, even if he did feel it helped him in some ways. I also enjoyed all the little side romances that have been brewing in the background over the course of the trilogy. I enjoyed the way Ms. Note: This book contains explicit language and sexual situations, including bondage, spanking, use of sex toys, and anal play, which some readers may find offensive. Ana and Christian continue to work through their differences with someone out for revenge following them about and ruining things for the couple.
Despite that ruinous intent the couple succeed in something that even I hadn't expected to happen within the series. Go Ana! Go Christian! Go, Go, Go! Yes, I did a little cheer, and it was worth the letters it took to type it because this book was just so much fun to read and the characters so exciting to read about.
I particularly liked the end when we saw a few key points from Christians point of view. I am really sad to see this series end. Please write another, oh author of good Edited February 2nd I would like to add that this is less of a bdsm novel as it is about control, and not listening to your partner.
Bdsm is all about safety, comfort and a bit of pain.
No one that I have read would ignore safe words blatantly like Mr. Youll make one hell of a wife, too, he whispers, his voice hoarse. When he releases me, Christian is back at my side. Ray shakes his hand warmly. Look after my girl, Christian. I fully intend to, Ray. He nods at my stepdad and kisses my mom. The rest of the wedding guests have formed a long human arch for us to travel through, leading around to the front of the house.
Christian says. Taking my hand, he leads me under their outstretched arms while our guests shout good luck and congratulations and shower Copyright E. Waiting with smiles and hugs at the end of the arch are Grace and Carrick. They hug and kiss us both in turn.
Grace is emotional again as we bid them hasty good-byes. Taylor is waiting to whisk us away in the Audi SUV.
As Christian holds the car door open for me, I turn and toss my bouquet of white and pink roses into the crowd of young women that has gathered. Mia triumphantly holds it aloft, grinning from ear to ear. Once Im safely in, he bids the waiting crowd farewell. Taylor holds the car door open for him. Congratulations, sir. Thank you, Taylor, Christian replies as he seats himself beside me.
As Taylor pulls away, our wedding guests shower the vehicle with rice. Christian grasps my hand and kisses my knuckles. So far so good, Mrs. So far so wonderful, Mr. Where are we going? Sea-Tac, he says simply and smiles a sphinxlike smile.
Taylor does not head for the departure terminal as I expect but through a security gate and directly onto the tarmac. And then I see herChristians jet. Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. Dont tell me youre misusing company property again! Oh, I hope so, Anastasia. Christian grins. Taylor halts the Audi at the foot of the steps leading up to the plane and leaps out to open Christians door.
They have a brief discussion, then Christian opens my doorand rather than stepping back to give me room to climb out, he leans in and lifts me. What are you doing? I squeak. Carrying you over the threshold, he says. Isnt that supposed to be at home? He carries me effortlessly up the steps, and Taylor follows with my small suitcase. He leaves it on the threshold of the plane before returning to the Audi.
Inside the cabin, I recognize Stephan, Christians pilot, in his uniform. Christian puts me down and shakes Stephans hand. Beside Stephan stands a dark-haired woman in herwhat? Early thirties? Shes also in uniform. Congratulations to you both, Stephan continues. Thank you, Stephan. Anastasia, you know Stephan. Hes our captain today, and this is First Ofcer Beighley. She blushes as Christian introduces her and blinks rapidly.
I want to roll my eyes. Another female completely captivated by my too-handsome-for-his- own-good husband. Delighted to meet you, gushes Beighley. I smile kindly at her. After allhe is mine. All preparations complete?
Christian asks them both as I glance around the cabin. The interior is all pale maple and pale cream leather. Its lovely. Another young woman in uniform stands at the other end of the cabina very pretty brunette. We have the all clear. Weather is good from here to Boston. Not before Boston. Theres a weather front over Shannon that might give us a rough ride.
I see. Well, I hope to sleep through it all, says Christian matter- of-factly. Well get underway, sir, Stephan says. Well leave you in the capable care of Natalia, your ight attendant. Christian glances in her direction and frowns, but turns to Stephan with a smile. Excellent, he says. Taking my hand, he leads me to one of the sumptuous leather seats. There must be about twelve of them in total. Sit, he says as he removes his jacket and undoes his ne sliver brocade vest.
We sit in two single seats facing each other with a small, highly polished table between us. Welcome aboard, sir, maam, and congratulations. Natalia is at our side, offering us each a glass of pink champagne. Heres to a happy married life, Anastasia. Christian raises his glass to mine, and we clink. The champagne is delicious. The same. The rst time I drank this it was out of teacups. I remember that day well. Your graduation. Im unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
Shannon, Christian says, his eyes alight with excitement. He looks like a small boy. In Ireland? Were going to Ireland! To refuel, he adds, teasing. I prompt. His grin broadens and he shakes his head.
London, he says, gazing intently at me, trying to gauge my reaction. I gasp. Holy cow. I thought maybe wed be going to New York or Aspen or maybe the Caribbean. I can hardly believe it. My lifetime ambition has been to visit England. Im lit up from within, incandescent with happiness. Then Paris. Then the South of France. I know youve always dreamed of going to Europe, he says softly. I want to make your dreams come true, Anastasia. You are my dreams come true, Christian.
Back at you, Mrs. Grey, he whispers. Oh my. Buckle up. I grin and do as Im told. As the plane taxis out onto the runway, we sip our champagne, Copyright E. I cant believe it. At twenty-two years old, Im nally leaving the United States and going to Europeto London of all places. Once were airborne, Natalia serves us yet more champagne and prepares our wedding feast.
And what a feast it issmoked salmon, followed by roast partridge with a green bean salad and dauphinoise potatoes, all cooked and served by the ever-efcient Natalia. Dessert, Mr. He shakes his head and runs his nger across his bottom lip as he looks questioningly at me, his expression dark and unreadable. No, thank you, I murmur, unable to break eye contact with him. His lips curl up in a small, secret smile, and Natalia retreats. Good, he murmurs. Id rather planned on having you for dessert.
Come, he says, rising from the table and offering me his hand. He leads me to the back of the cabin. Theres a bathroom here. He points to a small door, then leads me on down a short corridor and through a door at the end. The cabin is cream and maple and the small double bed is covered in gold and taupe cushions.
It looks very comfortable. Christian turns and pulls me into his arms, gazing down at me. I thought wed spend our wedding night at thirty-ve thousand feet. Its something Ive never done before.
Another rst. I gape at him, my heart pounding. Ive heard about this. But rst I have to get you out of this fabulous dress. His eyes glow with love and something darker, something I love. He takes my breath away. Turn around. His voice is low, authoritative, and sexy as hell. How can he infuse so much promise into those two words? Willingly I comply and his hands move to my hair. Gently he pulls out Copyright E. My hair falls in swaths over my shoulders, one lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts.
I try to stand still and not squirm, but Im aching for his touch. After our long, tiring but exciting day, I want himall of him. You have such beautiful hair, Ana. His mouth is close to my ear and I feel his breath, though his lips dont touch me. When my hair is free of pins, he runs his ngers through it, gently massaging my scalp. I close my eyes and savor the sensation. His ngers travel on down, and he tugs, tilting my head back to expose my throat. Youre mine, he breathes, and his teeth tug my ear lobe.
I groan. Hush now, he admonishes. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and trails a nger across the top of my back from shoulder to shoulder, following the lace edge of my dress. I shiver in anticipation. He plants a tender kiss on my back above the rst button on my dress. So beautiful, he says as he deftly undoes the rst button. You have made me the happiest man alive today.
With innite slowness, he unfastens each button, all the way down my back. I love you so much. Trailing kisses from the nape of my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each kiss he murmurs, I. Each word is intoxicating. I close my eyes and tilt my head, giving him easier access to my neck, and I fall further under the spell that is Christian Grey, my husband.
Mine, he whispers once more. He peels my dress down my arms so that it pools at my feet in a cloud of ivory silk and lace. Turn around, he whispers, his voice suddenly hoarse. I do so and he gasps. Im dressed in a tight, blush-pink satin corset with garter straps, matching lacy briefs, and white silk stockings.
Christians eyes travel greedily down my body, but he says nothing. He just gazes at me, his eyes wide with want. I whisper, aware of the shy blush creeping across my cheeks. More than like, baby. You look sensational. He holds out his hand and, taking it, I step out of my dress. Keep still, he murmurs, and without taking his darkening eyes off mine, he runs his middle nger over my breasts, following the line of my corset.
My breath shallows, and he repeats the journey over my breasts once more, his tantalizing nger sending tingles down my spine. He stops and twirls his index nger in the air, indicating that he wants me to turn around.
For him, right now, Id do anything. Stop, he says. Im facing the bed, away from him. His arm encircles my waist, pulling me against him, and he nuzzles my neck.
Gently he cups my breasts, toying with them, while his thumbs circle over my nipples so that they strain against the fabric of my corset. Mine, he whispers. Yours, I breathe. Leaving my breasts bereft he runs his hands down my stomach, over my belly, and down to my thighs, his thumbs skimming my sex. I stie a moan. His ngers skate down each garter, and with his usual dexterity, he simultaneously unhooks each one from my stockings.
His hands travel around to my behind. Mine, he breathes as his hands spread across my backside, the tips of his ngers brushing my sex. His hands travel down the backs of my thighs, and once more he unclips my garters. Leaning down, he pulls back the cover on the bed. Sit down. In his thrall, I do as Im told, and he kneels at my feet and gently tugs off each of my white bridal Jimmy Choos.
He grasps the top of my left stocking and slowly peels it off, running his thumbs down my leg. He repeats the process with my other stocking. This is like unwrapping my Christmas presents. He smiles up at me through his long dark lashes. He frowns in admonishment. Oh no, baby.
This time its really mine. Christian, Ive been yours since I said yes. I scoot forward, cupping his beloved face in my hands. Im yours. I will always be yours, husband of mine. Now, I think youre wearing too many clothes.
I bend to kiss him, and suddenly he leans up, kisses my lips, and grasps my head with his hands, his ngers threading into my hair.
Ana, he breathes. My Ana. His lips claim mine once more, his tongue invasively persuasive. Clothes, I whisper, our breath mingling as I push back his vest and he struggles out of it, releasing me for a moment.
He pauses, gazing at me, eyes wide, eyes wanting. Let me, please. My voice is soft and cajoling. I want to undress my husband, my Fifty. He sits back on his heels, and leaning forward I grasp his tie his silver-gray tie, my favorite tieand slowly undo it and pull it free. He raises his chin to let me tackle the top button of his white shirt; then once its undone, I move on to his cuffs. Hes wearing platinum cuff linksengraved with an entwined A and Cmy wedding present to him.
When Ive removed them, he takes the cuff links from me and sts them in his hand. Then he kisses his st and shoves them into his pants pocket. Grey, so romantic. For you Mrs. Greyhearts and owers. I take his hand and, glancing up through my lashes, kiss his plain platinum wedding ring. He groans and closes his eyes. Ana, he whispers, and my name is a prayer. Reaching up to his second shirt button and mirroring him from earlier, I plant a soft kiss on his chest as I undo each of them and whisper between each kiss,You.
He groans, and in one swift move, he clasps me around the waist and lifts me onto the bed, following me down on it. His lips Copyright E. Abruptly Christian kneels up, leaving me breathless and wanting more. You are so beautiful. He runs his hands down my legs, then grasps my left foot. You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them. Starting here. He presses his lips against my big toe and then grazes the pad with his teeth. Everything south of my waistline convulses.
His tongue glides up my instep and his teeth skim my heel and up to my ankle. He trails kisses up the inside of my calf; soft wet kisses. I wriggle beneath him. Still, Mrs. Grey, he warns, and suddenly he ips me onto my stomach and continues his leisurely journey with his mouth up the backs of my legs, to my thighs, my behind, and then he stops.
I want you naked, he murmurs and slowly unhooks my corset, one hook at a time. When its at on the bed beneath me, he runs his tongue up the length of my spine. Christian, please. What do you want, Mrs. His words are soft and close to my ear.