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About the Author

Since early childhood. she dreaml of writing siories thai readers would autumn in honey

with, beak pnl ihose dreams on hold lo i'ocus on her family and her career. She 11-

nally plucked up the backbone to put pen to newspaper « ill) her first no el. Fifty Shades

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natural twist.

Acknowledgements

Thanks to: Niall, my rock;

To Kathleen for just being a bully sounding board, friend, confidante and a tech-

To Bee for countless moral support;

To Taylor (too a technical wiz), Susi, Pam and Nora for showing a girl a good

And for their communication and tact I'd really like to thank:

Dr. R;iina Sluder for assistance w illi all mailers medical:

Anne Forlincs for the fiscal advice;

Elizabeth de Yos for her kind counsel regarding the American adoption system.

Give thanks- to Maddie Blandino for her exquisite, inspirational art.

And to Pam and Gillian lor Salurda> morning coffee and hauling me back to real

life.

Besides thanks to my editing team Andrea. Shay anal the east or Io ely and just occa-

sionalK frothing lanine. who tolerate- chiliad frothing with patience, fortitude and a

bully sense of humour.

And lastly to Amanda and all at The Writer'southward Coffee Shop Publishing

House — Cheers.

Para ml Mama con todo ml amory gratltud

And for my beloved Father

Daddy, I miss yous every twenty-four hour period

Prologue

Mommy! Mommy! Mommy is comatose on the floor. She has been

doesn't wake up. I milk shake her. Mommy! My tummy hurts. Information technology is

sink, and I take a drink. The water splashes over my bluish sweater.

Mommy is still asleep. Momim wake upwardly! She lies nonetheless. She is cold.

I fetch my blankie, and I comprehend Mommy, and I lie down on the

siick> green rug beside her. Mommy is still asleep. I take 2 toy

cars. They race past the floor where Mommy is sleeping. I remember

Mommy is sick, i search for something lo eal. In the freezer 1 find

peas. They arc cold. I eal them irksome l> . The;, make my tummy hurt. I

slumber abreast Mommy. The peas are gone. In the freezer is

something. 11 smells funny. i lick il and k tongue is stuck to it. I

eat it slowly. It tastes nasl . I potable Mime w ater. I play with my cars,

and I sleep abreast Momim Iomm is and then common cold, and she won't wake

up. The door crashes open. I encompass Mommy with my blankie. He's

here. Fuck Ii hat il i >/*•; hen Oh, the crazy fucked upwardly

bitch. Shit. Fuck. Exit of my way. y'all lilliputian shit. He kicks me, and

I hitting my head on the floor. My head hurts. He calls somebody and he

goes. He locks the door. I la dow u beside Mommy. My head hurts.

The lady policeman is here. No. No. No. Don't touch me. Don't

bear upon me. Don't affect me. I stay past Mommy. No. Stay away from

me. The lady policeman has my blankie, and she grabs me. I

scream. Mommy! Mommy! I want my Mommy. The words are

gone. 1 can't say die words. Monunv tin'! hear me. I have no

nightmare, the depths of his despair. "I'chiliad here. I'm here."

i I i two i in I l i hi i

oral cavity. "You're here."

"I had a dream . . ."

"Ana." He breathe-, her name, and it'due south a talisman against the black clinking

p 1 ' ours i . Ihn ugh Ins body.

"Hush, I'1000 here." She curls effectually him, her limbs cocooning him, her

warmth leeching int i forcing back I his k icing back the fear.

She is sunshine, she is light ... she is his.

"Please Id's no; fight." His voice is hoarse as lie due west raps his arms around her.

"Okay."

"The vows. No obc\ ing. 1 can do that. We'll find a \a ." Tlic words blitz out

of his oral cavity in a tumble of emotion and confusion and anxiety.

"Aye. We volition. We'll e'er find a way," she whispers and her lips are on

his, silencing him, bringing him dorsum to the now.

Chapter One

I stare upward through chiliad t > i the i grass pai I at the bit 1 skies, summertime blue,

Mediterranean blue v. sick) a contented sigh. Christian is beside me. stretched out on

a lord's day lounger. My husband — my hot, cute husband, shirtless, and in cutting-off

jeans — is reading a book predicting the collapse of the Western banking organisation.

more than like a student than the hotshot (. chiliad( > of one the top priately owned compan-

On the terminal leg oh our honeymoon, we laze in die afternoon sun on the beach

of the aptly named Beach Plaza Monte Carlo in Monaco, although we're not

actually staying in this hotel. one open up my optics and gaze out at the Fair Lady

anchored in the harbor. We Lire slaying, of course, on lath a luxury motor yacht.

Built in 1928, she floats majestically on the water, queen of the all the yachts in

the harbor. She looks like a child'due south wind-upwards toy. Christian loves her — I suspect

he'south tempted to buy her. i loncslly. bos and their toys.

Sitting back, I listen to the Christian Grey mix on my new iPod and doze in

the hue afternoon sun, idly remembering his proposal. Oh his dreamy proposal in

the boathousc ... 1 can nigh -.nicll the seem ol'lhe meadow Honors . . -

"Tin can we marry tomorrow?" Christian murmurs softly in my ear. I am spraw led on

his chest in the flowery bower in the boathouse, sated from our passionate

lovemaking.

"Hmm."

"Is that a aye?" I hear his hopeful surprise.

I sense his grin. ""Miss Steele, are ou breathless?"

lie laughs and hugs me tightly, kissing the top of my head. "Vegas, tomor-

Sleepily I heighten my caput. "I don't think my parents would be very happy with

that."

He thrums his fingertips up and down my nal i i i

"What do you desire, Anastasia? Vegas? A large nuptials with all the trim-

mings? Tell me."

"Not big . . . Only friends and family unit." I gaze upward at him moved past the tranquility

entreaty in hi;, glow in. s il does he want?

"Okay." He nods. "Where?"

"Could we exercise it here?" he asks tentatively.

"Your folks' place? Would they mind?"

He snorts. "My mother would be in seventh heaven."

"Okay, here. I'g sure my mom and dad would prefer that."

I'u n ii Id I be m happier?

"So, we've established due west here, now dice w lien."

"Surely y'all should ask your mother."

"ane 1mm." Christian's smile dips. ""She tin can ha e a nionlh. that's it. I want y'all

too much to wait any longer."

"Christian, you take me. Yous've had me for a while. But okay — a month it

is." ane kiss liis chest, a >olt chaste kiss, and smile upward at him.

"Y'all'll burn." C hristian whispers in m ear. startling me bum one thousand doze.

"Merely for you." I give him m> sweetest smile. The kite afternoon dominicus has

shifted, and I am under its total glare. He smirks and in one swift move pulls my

sun lounger into the shade of the parasol.

"Out of the Mediterranean sun, Mrs. Grey."

"Thank you lor your altruism. Mr. Grey."

"My pleasure, Mrs. Grey, and I'm not being donating at all. If y'all burn, I

won't be able to touch you." He raises an eyebrow, his eyes shining with mirth,

and my center expands "Bui ane suspect urn know thai and yous're laughing at me."

"Would I?" I gasp, feigning innocence.

"Yes you would and yous practice. Often. It'south ane of the many things I dear about

you." He leans down nd kisse 111 >la total biting my lower lip.

"I was hoping you'd rub me down with more than sunscreen." I pout against his

lips.

"Mrs. Grey, information technology's a dirty chore ... but that's an offer I can't refuse. Sit down up," he

orders, his voice husky. I exercise as I'm told, and with slow meticulous strokes from

potent and supple lingers, he eoats me in sunscreen.

"You really are very lovely. I'thousand a lucky man," he murmurs as his fingers

skim over my breasts, spreading the lotion.

"Yes, y'all are, Mr. Grey " 1 gaze on one up at him through my lashes.

"Modesty becomes y'all, Mrs. Grey. Plow over. ane desire to do your back."

Smiling, I coil over, and he undoes the back strap of my hideously e.pensi c

"How would yous experience if I went topless, similar the other women on the embankment?" I

"Displeased," he says without hesitation. ""I'm not very happy about you

wearing so little right now." lie leans downwardly and whispers in my car. "Don't button

"No. Information technology's a statement of fact, Mrs. Grey."

I sigh and shake my head. Oh i'hristhm . . . my /xmi/1000 jealous, control

freak Christian.

When he'southward finished, he slaps my behind.

"You'll do, wench."

I lis ever-present l t t L Li i I li north and he smirks.

"My eyes simply, Mrs. Gray." He raises his eyebrow in playful warning, skips

my backside again, and sits dorsum down on his lounger to take the call.

My inner goddess purrs. Maybe this night w e could do some kind of floor prove

lor Ins eyes only. She smirks knowingly, arching a brow . I grin at the thought and

1 in b an northward crnoon siesia

"Mam "selle? Un Pcrrier pauv moi. mi Coca-Cola light prnir ma jemme, s'il vans

plait. El t/uclc/iic chose u manger ■ . . luinez-moi voir la pikestaff."

Hmm . . . Christian speaking fluent French wakes me. My eyelashes llnlicr in

the glare of the sun. and I i CI islia I grand i hile i li cried immature wo-

man walks away, her tray held aloft, her loftier blond ponytail swinging

provocatively.

"Thirsty?" he asks.

"Aye," I mutter sleepily.

"I could watch yous all 24-hour interval. Tired?"

I flush. "I didn't get much sleep final night."

"Me neither." He grins, puts downwardly his BlackBcrry, and stands. His shorts fall

a little and hang . . . in thai fashion and then his sw im trunks are visible beneath. Christian

takes his shorts off. stepping out of his flip-Hops. I lose m railroad train of idea.

dazed. "Swim?" he says once again, cocking his head to ane side, an amused cxpres-

"I think you need a wake-upwards call." All of a sudden Ik pounce-, and lifts me into his

■"Christian! Put me down!" I squeal.

He chuckles. "Merely in the bounding main, babe."

Several sunbalhers on the beach w atch westward ith thai bemused disinterest so typic-

al. I now realize, of the French every bit C hristian carries mc to lire body of water. laughing, and

I clasp my aims I u Idn'l." I sa howdy ilhlc l try in

to stifle my giggling.

He grins. "Oh, Ana, infant, take you learned aught in the short time we've

know n each other?" He kisses me, and I seize my opportunity, running my lingers

through his hail gras I I ful I g i information technology , hile in ading his

mouth with my tongue. I le inhales sharply and leans dorsum. ey es smoky but wary.

"I know your game." lie w hispcrs and ho-hum ly sinks into the cool, clear water,

taking me with him as his lips find mine once more. The arctic of the Mediter-

ranean is shortly forgotten every bit ! wrap my self around my husband.

"1 thought you lot westward anted lo sw im." I murmur against his mouth.

"You're vcr di i in C hrislian gi his I h al n g thousand lower lip. "Merely

I'g not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes

of passion."

I ran my teeth i I i 1 I I list m 1 ngr c not caring

a dime for the good people o! Monte Carlo.

"Ana," he groans. He wraps my ponytail around his wrist and tugs gently,

tilting my head dorsum, exposing yard throat. 1 le trails kisses from my car down my

"Shall I have you in the sea'.'" he breathes.

"Yes," one whisper.

Christian pulls abroad and gazes downwardly at me, his eyes warm, wanting, and

tickled 'Mrs Cites t're ins I I so bra ! rt of monster I I

created?"

"A monster lit for you Would y'all hae me any other fashion?"

"I'll take you any style I can get you, you lot know that. But not correct now. Not

with an audition." He jerks his head toward the shore.

What?

enee and now regard usa w ith interest. Of a sudden. ( hrislian grabs me around my

the waves to the soli in 1 surl i ih i I

"Christian!" I seold. glaring al him. I thought we were going to make love in

amusement. I splash him. and he splashes me right back.

"We have all dark." he says, smiling like a fool. "Latere, babe." He dives

beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from me, then in a fluid, graceful

crawl, swims awa> from the shore. awa horn me.

Culi! Playful i I lilt i li i Hi dominicus every bit I watch him

get. He's such a tease . . . what can I practise lo gel htm dorsum? While 1 swim back to the

shore, I contemplate m> options. At the dominicus loungers our drinks have arrived, and

I accept a quick sip ot ( o I t i i 1'aii in the altitude.

Hmm ... I lie down on my forepart and, fumbling with the straps, accept my bikini

top off and toss it casual!;, onto Christian's sun lounger. There ... see how brazen

I can be, Mr. Gray. Put this in your pipe and fume it. I shut my eyes and let the

"Y'all nun kiss the bride." Reerencl \

1 axle tit my husband.

"Finally, you're mine." he whispers and pulls me into his arms and kisses me

chastely on the lips.

I am married. I am Mrs. t hristian < ire . i am giddy with joy.

"You look beautiful, Ana," he murmurs and smiles, his eyes glow ing with

love . . . and something darker, something hot. "Don't permit anyone take that apparel

off but me, understand'.'" His smile heals a hundred degrees as his fingertips trail

dow due north m> cheque, igniting my blood.

Holy crap . . . How does he practice this, even here with all these people staring at

I nod mutely. Jeez, I hope no i tin can hear us. Luckily Reverend Walsh has

ell | I I ] ane 11 Iii! i I lil

t 1 i i ane lilt I

My mom, Ray, Bob, and the Greys are all applauding — even Kate, my maid of

honor, who looks si a i le pink as la id Christian's best man,

his brother Elliot. Who knew that even Elliot could scrub up so well? All habiliment

huge, beaming smiles — except Grace, who weeps graciously into a dainty white

handkerchief.

"Ready to parly Mrs drey?" < hristian murmurs, giving me his shy smile. I

melt. He looks divine in a elementary black tux with silver waistcoat and tie. He'southward

"Ready as I'll cer be." I grinning, a totally gool'x grin on yard lace

Later the wedding party is in total swing . . - Carrick and Grace hac gone lo

town. They have the marquee set upwards again and beaulil'ulK decorated in pale pink,

silverish, and ivory with its sides open, facing the bay. We accept been blest with

fine weather condition, and the tardily afternoon dominicus shines over the water. In that location'south a dance

floor at one stop of the marquee, a la ish bullet at the oilier.

Ray and one thousand> moilici re , an ig doc i nighiug illi c » li cither. I feel biting-

sweetness watching them together. i liope Christian and ane last longer. ane don't know

what I'd exercise if he left me. Marry in haste, repent at leisure. The saying haunts me.

Kate is beside me. looking so beautiful in her long silk gown. She glances at

me and frowns. "Hey, this is supposed to be the happiest solar day of your life," she

scolds.

"It is," I whisper.

"Oh, Ana, what's incorrect? Are you watching your mom and Ray?"

I nod sadly.

"They're happy."

"Happier apart."

"Yous're having doubi Laic akin <

"No, non at all. Information technology's but ... I love him and then much." I freeze, unable or unwilling

to articulate my fears.

"Ana, information technology'due south obvious he adores you. I know yous had an unconventional beginning lo

your relationship, but I can see how happy you've both been over the past

calendar month She i p sick also late now," she

adds with a grin.

i giggle. Trust Kate to indicate out the obvious. She pulls me into a Kathcrinc

Kavanagh Special Hug. "Ana, you'll be fine. And if he hurts one hair on your

caput, he'll have me lo answer to." Releasing me. she grins at whoever is backside

"Howdy, baby " C hi i ian nil Ilk ms fe 1 mc ui ri ng me, and kisses my

temple. "Kate," he acknowledges. He's all the same cool toward her fifty-fifty afterwards six weeks.

"'Hi again. Chrisiian. I'one thousand off lo observe > our best man. westward ho happens to exist my

best man, besides." With a smile to us both, she heads over to Elliot, who is drinking

ill her brother Elba dr. i> cm I"s L

"Fourth dimension lo go." Chrisiian murmurs.

"Already? This is the outset political party I've been to where I don't listen being the

centre of attention." I plow in his artillery to face him.

"You deserve to be. You await stunning, Anastasia."

"And so do you."

lie Miiiles. bis expression healing. "This beautiful dress becomes sou."

"This old thing?" I blush shyly and pull on the fine lace trim of the simple,

filled wedding dress designed for me by Kate's mother. I honey that the lace is only

off the shoulder — demure, yet alluring, I hope.

lie bends and kisses me. "Let'due south go. one don't desire to share you with all these

people anymore."

"Tin nosotros get out our own wedding?"

And correct now, I'd like to whisk you away and have y'all all to myself."

I giggle. "You hac me lor a lifetime. Mr (ires ."

"I'm very glad to hear that, Mrs. Grey."

"Oh, there yous 2 are! Such lovebirds."

I groan inwardly . . . Grace's mother has plant us.

"Christian, darling — one more than dance with your grandma?"

Christian purses Ins lips. ""Of course. Grandmother."

"And you, beautiful Anaslasia. become and make an old man happy — trip the light fantastic with

Thco."

"Theo, Mrs. Trevelyan?"

'Come. Grandmother." he says, hurriedly

ancc floor. He glances back at me, practic-

ally pouting, and rolls his eyes. "Lalers. infant."

As I walk to a 11 i one 1 I n

"I won't ask you for another dance. I call back ane monopolized besides much of your

time on the dance floor as it is . . . I'm happy to come across you happy, merely I'm serious,

Ana. I'll be hither . . . If you need me."

"Jose, thanks. You're a skillful friend."

"I mean it." His dark eyes shine w ill) sincerity .

"I know you do. Thank y'all, Jose. At present if you'll please excuse me — I have a

appointment with an old human."

He furrows his forehead in confusion.

"Christian's granddaddy," 1 clarify.

I Ic grins. "(hhhI luck \ :thursday that. Annie. ( kmhJ luck with everything."

"Cheers, Jose."

After my dance with Christian's due east er-cliarming granddaddy, i stand h the

French doois watcltin the sun sink slow one Seattle, t h i i

aquamarine shadows across the bay.

"Let'southward go," Christian urges.

"I accept to alter." I grasp his mitt, meaning to pull him through the French

windows and upstairs westward ith me. lie frowns, not understanding, and tugs genlK on

my hand, halting me.

"I thought you wanted to be the i to take this dress off," 1 explain. 1 lis optics

calorie-free up.

"Correct." He gixes me a lasci ions grin. ""But I'm non undressing y'all here.

Nosotros wouldn't leave until ... I don't know . . ." He w aves his long-lingered mitt,

leaving his judgement unfinished but his meaning quite articulate.

J Hush and lei go of his hand.

"And don ml r hail i lurnt

"No buts, Anastasia. Yous look beautiful. And 1 want to be the ane to undress

Oh. ane pout.

"Pack your going-awa> clothes." he orders. ""> ou'll need them. Taylor has

"Okay." What has he got planned? He hasn't told me where we're going. In

fact, I don't think anyone knows where we're going. Neither Mia nor Kale has

managed to inveigle the information out of him. f turn to where my female parent and

Kate are hovering nearby.

"I'm not irresolute."

"What?" my mother says.

"'Christian doesn't desire me to." I shrug as if this should explicate everything.

Her brow furrows briefly.

"Y'all didn't promise to obey," she reminds me tactfully. Kate tries to dis-

guise her snort every bit a cough. I narrow my optics at her. Neither she nor my mother

take any idea of the fight Christian and I had well-nigh that. I don't want to rehash

that argument. Jeez, can my L Shades sulk . . . and have nightmares. The

retention is sobering.

"I know, Mom. bill he likes this dress. and ! want to delight him."

Her expression softens. Kate rolls her optics and tactfully moves away to leave

"You await and so Unci; darling ( irk gcnlly li s at ;i loose lendril of my hair

and strokes my chin. "I am and so proud of you, honey. You're going to brand Christi-

an a very happy homo." She pulls me into a hug.

Oh, Mom!

"I can't bclie e bow abound n-up > ou look correct now . Get-go a new life . . .

Jusi rememhei dial men are from a dissimilar aeroplane!, and you'll be line."

I giggle. Christ iai) is from a unlike uimerse. if just she knew.

"Thank you, Mom."

Ray joins united states of america, smile sweetly at both Mom and me.

"You made a beautiful babe daughter, Carla," he says, his eyes glowing with

pride. He looks so dapper in his black tux and stake pink waistcoat. Tears prick the

back of my eyes. Oh no ... so far

I have managed not to weep.

""And on watched her and helped her grow upwardly, Ray," Carta's vocalization is

wistful.

"And I loved every single minute. You make one hell of a helpmate, Annie." Ray

lucks the same k

"Oh, Dad ..." I stifle a sob, and he hugs me in his cursory, bad-mannered fashion.

"You'll make ane hell of a wife, too," he whispers, his vocalism hoarse.

\ hen he releases me. Christian is back at in; side.

""ane total; intend to. Ra; . (. aria "' i le nods at in; slepdad and kisses my mom.

The balance of the wedding guests accept formed a long human arch for u.s.a. to

travel through, leading round 10 the front of the firm.

"Ready?" Christian says.

"Yes."

Taking my paw, he leads me under their outstretched arms while our guests

shout proficient luck doctor ralulaii I showei i i iting wilh smiles

and hugs at the stop of the arch are ( iraee and ( arriek In plow they hug and buss united states of america

both. Grace is cnu 1 1 i i! ve bid I sl good-byes.

Taylor is waiting to whisk u.s.a. away in the Audi SUV. As Christian holds the

automobile door open for me, I plow and toss m boutonniere of w hile unci pinkish roses into the

oversupply of immature women ihal has gathered. Mia triumphantly holds il alofl. grin-

ning from ear lu ear.

As 1 slide into the SUV laughing at Mia's audacious catch, Christian bends to

gather the hem of my wearing apparel. Once I'one thousand safely in, he bids the wailing croud a

farewell.

Taylor holds the car door open up for him. "Congratulations, sir."

1 i il i I i loi i|m i 'i i pi i he ns hhibclfbc in

As Taylor pulls away, our wedding guests shower the vehicle with rice.

Chrislian grasps my hand and kisses my knuckles.

"So far and then good. Mis. (ircyT

"Then far and so wonderful 2 G no re .... in

"Sea-Tac,"hc says simph and smiles a sphinxlike smile.

Hmm . . . what is he planning?

Taylor docs not head for ihe departure terminal every bit I expect only through a se-

curity gate and directly on to the tarmac. What? And so I see her — Christian's

jet ... Grey Enter/ i lue lettering aet ss her fuselage.

"Don't tell me yous're misusing company property again!"

( 11 1 promise so uiaslasia C hi 1 an rrin>

Taylor halts at the I'ool of the steps leading up to the plane and leaps out of

the Audi to open Christian'south door. They have a brief discussion, then Christian

leans in and lifts me.

"Carrying you lot over the threshold," he says.

"Oh." Isn't 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.

I xi 11 I 1 I II I eleven ! I ll 1 1 111 Hello I

"Welcome aboard, sir. Mrs. Grayness." He grins.

Christian puts me down and shakes Stephan's hand. Abreast Stephan stands a

dark-haired w oman in Iter w hat'. 1 karly ihirlics? She'southward besides in compatible.

"Congratulations to yous both," Stephan continues.

"Give thanks you lot. Slephan Anaslasia. y'all know Sicphan. I lc's our captain today,

and this is First Officer Bcighlcy."

She bl i ii I 11 I i i I want to roll my

eyes. Another female completely absorbed by my too-handsomc-for-his-own-

good married man.

'"Delighted to meet yon." gushes Bcighlcy. 1 grinning kindly ai her Alter

all — he is mine.

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cabin. The interior is all pale maple wood and stake cream leather. It's lovely.

Another young woman in uniform stands at the other end of the cabin — a very

pretty brunette.

"We take the all clear. Atmospheric condition is good from here to Boston."

Boston?

"Turbulence?"

"Not before Boston. There'due south a conditions front over Shannon that might give u.s.a.

a rough ride."

Shannon? Ireland?

"I see. Well, I hope to slumber through it all," says Christian matter-of-factly.

Sleep?

"We'll get underway, sir," Stephan says. "We'll leave you lot in the capable care

of Natalia, your flight attendant." C hrislian glances in her direction and frowns,

but turns to Stephan with a grinning.

"Excellent," he says. Taking my hand, he leads me to one of the sumptuous

leather seats. At that place must be near twelve of them in total.

"Sit," he says as he removes his jacket and undoes his fine sliver brocade

belong. Nosotros sit in two single seats facing each other with a small, highly polished

"Welcome aboard, sir, ma'am, and congratulations." Natalia is at our side,

offer united states of america both a glass of pink champagne.

"Cheers (In nd sh smiles | u t i us ind retreats to the

"Here's ten a happy married life. Anasiasia." (. hrislian raises his glass to mine,

< i 1 thousand h i i| gnc L icioi

"Bollinger?" I ask.

"The same."

"The first time I drank this it was out of teacups." 1 grin.

"I remember that day well. Your graduation."

1 ii 11 I i i i i i in i i two i

"Shannon," Christum says, his eves alight wis!) excitement. He looks similar a

small boy.

"In Ireland?" We're going to Ireland!

"To refuel," he adds, teasing.

"Then?" I prompt.

His smiling broadens and he shakes his caput.

" L nd n," he i I t i t

1 gasp. Holy moo-cow. I thought possibly we'd be going to New York or Aspen or

maybe the Caribbean. I can inappreciably believe information technology. My lifetime ambition has been to

visit England. I'm lit up from w illiin. incandescent with happiness.

"Then Paris."

What?

"And then the South of France."

"I know yous e i 2 Eastward pe." he says softly. "I desire

to brand your dreams come up truthful, Anastasia."

"You are my dreams come truthful, Christian."

"Back at yon. Mrs. Cirey." lie whispers.

"Buckle up."

As the aeroplane taxis out on to the runway, we sip our champagne, grinning in-

anely til each other. 1 tin't believe ii. At twenty-ii sears old. Fin finally leaving

the United States and going to Europe to London of all places.

In one case nosotros're airborne. Natalia serves united states vet more champagne and prepares our

wedding ceremony least. And what a least n is smol d Imon. i lowed by roast part-

ridge with a gieen In ilad and / potatoes, all lokcd and served by

the ever-efficient Natalia.

"Dessert, Mr. Grey?" she asks.

He shakes his head and runs his linger across his bottom lip as he looks qucs-

tioningly at me, his expression dark and unreadable.

"No, thank you," I murmur, unable to break heart contact with him. His lips

roll up in a small, secret smile and Natalia retreats.

"Good," he murmurs. ""I'd rather planned on ha ing you for dessert."

Oh . . . hither?

"Come up," he says, rising from the table and oi lining me his mitt. He leads me

to the back of the motel.

"There's a bath here." He points to a modest door then leads mc on down

i hot i rridot due north ihrougl i r at the end.

Jeez . . . a bedroom. The cabin is foam and maple woods and the pocket-size

double bed is covered in gilded and taupe cushions. It looks very comfortable.

Christian turns and pulls me into his arms, gazing down at mc.

"I idea we'd spend our wedding night at [him -fine-thousand feet. Information technology's

something I've never done before."

Holy

cow . . . another first. ! gape at hint, my heart pounding . . . the mile

high club. I'e heard almost this.

love and something darker, something i fare . . something that calls to my inner

goddess. He takes my breath abroad.

"Plow effectually." His vox is low, authoritative, and sexy every bit hell. How tin he

motion to my hair. Gently he pulls out each hairpin one at a fourth dimension, his expert fingers

making short work of the task. My hair falls in swathes over my shoulders, 1

lock at a time, covering my back and down to my breasts. I endeavor to stand notwithstanding and

desire him— all of him.

"You have such beautiful pilus, Ana." His mouth is close to my ear and I feel

his breath, though his lips don't touch on me. When my hair is gratuitous of pins, he runs

his fingers through it. gently massaging my scalp ...oh my... I close my eyes

and savor the sensation. His lingers Panel on down, and he lugs, tilting my caput

back to betrayal my pharynx.

"You're mine.'" he breathes and his teeth tug my motorcar lobe

"Hush now." he admonishes. Me sweeps ins hair over my shoulder and trails

a finger across the top of my dorsum from shoulder to shoulder follow ing the lace

border of my dress. 1 shiver in apprehension. He plants a tender kiss on my dorsum

in a higher place the first push on my dress.

"And so beautiful," he says as he deftly undoes the first button. "You accept fabricated

me the happiest man alive today." With infinite slowness, he unfastens each i,

all the manner downwards my back. "I dearest you and so much." Trailing kisses from the nape of

my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each buss he murmurs, "I. Want.

You lot. And so. Much. I. Want. To. Exist. Within. You. Yous. Are. Mine."

Each discussion is ml i In I i 1 till my h giving him easict

admission to my neck, and I fall further under the spell that is Christian Grey, my

married man.

"Mine," he whispers once again. He peels my wearing apparel down my arms and then that it

pools at my anxiety in a cloud of ivory silk and lace.

"Turn effectually," he whispers, his voice suddenly hoarse. I practice and then and he gasps.

I'm dressed in a lite, blush-pink satin corset vitlt garter straps, matching

lacy briefs, and white silk stockings. Christian'due south eyes travel greedily down my

trunk, only he says nothing. He merely gazes at me, his eyes wide with want.

"You like Iwli ill 1 h creeping a loss my cheeks.

"More than like. infant. You look sensational. Here." prevarication holds out his hand

and taking it, I footstep out of my dress.

runs his middle finger over m breasts, follow ing the line of my corset. My breath

shallows, and he repeats the journeying over my breasts again, his tantalizing

finger sending tingles downward my spine. He stops and twirls his index finger in the

air, indicating that he wants me to plough around.

"Terminate," he says. I'm facing the bed, away from him. His arm encircles my

waist, pulling me against him, and he nuzzles my cervix. Gently he cups my

breasts, toying with litem, while bis thumbs circle oxer my nipples and then that they

strain against the fabric of my corset.

"Mine," he whispers.

"Y ours." I breathe.

Leaving my breasts bereft he runs his easily down my stomach, over my

belly, and down t it t one till i moan. His

fingers skate down I It bis u he simultaneously

unhooks each one from g stockings. 1 ii, bands tra el around to my behind.

"Mine. one " he breathes as his hands spread across my backside, die lips of his

fingers brashing my sex.

"Ah."

"Hush." His hands Inn el down the backs of im thighs, and over again he un-

clips my garters.

Leaning downward, prevarication pulls dorsum the cox er on dice bed. "Sit down."

I do as I'1000 told i la ' '1 i I! kneels at n feel a I gently tugs off each

of my white bridal Jimmy Choos. He grasps the pinnacle of my left stocking and

slowly peels it off. running his thumbs down my leg . . . Oh my. He repeats the

process with my other stocking.

"This is similar unwrapping my Christmas presents. He smiles up at me

through his long nighttime lashes.

"A present you c had already. . . ."

He frow ns in admonishment. "Oh no. baby. This lime it'due south actually mine."

"Christian, I've been yours since I said y es." 1 scoot forw ard, cupping his be-

loved face in my hands. "I'chiliad yours. I will always be yours, husband of mine.

Now, I retrieve you i 50 > . > i_l lain clolh 1 > k i s him, and suddenly

he leans up kisses i i i I a his fingers thread-

ing into my hair.

vasivcly persuasive.

"Clothes," I whisper, our breath mingling as I push button back his vest and he

wide, eyes wanting.

ring, my Fifty.

Ilcsishkl ! sick sick hi lie — his sliver-greyness

tic, my favorite tie — and slowly undo it and pull it free. He raises his chin to let

mc tackle the top button of his white shirt; then once it's undone, I motility on to his

cuff--, lie'- wearing plalnuim cufflink* engraved with an entwined A and

C my wedding present to him. When I've removed them, he takes the cufflinks

from me and fists them in his manus. Then he kisses Ins fist and shoves them into

his pants pocket.

"Mr. Grey, so romantic."

"For y'all Mrs. Grey — hearts and flowers. Always."

I take his hand n< glancing ii| I ro .,1111 l;isl Ii his patently platinum

1 ane 1 1 1 ii his eye

"Ana," he whisper- mid m> name is a prayer.

Reaching up to his second shirt button and mirroring him from before, I plant

a soli buss on his cliesl as ane disengage each ol'lhein and w liispei between each kiss.

"Yous. Make. Me. So. Happy. I. Love. You."

lie groans, and in ane swill moe. he clasps me around the waist and lifts me

on to the bed, post-obit me down on to information technology. His lips find mine, his hands curling

around my caput, holding me. stilling me as our tongues glory in each other.

Abruptly Christian kneels upwardly, leaving me incoherent and wanting more.

"You are so beautiful ... married woman." He runs t 1 ha ! ain 111; legs then grasps

my left loot. "You take such lovely legs. } wan! to buss every inch of them. Start-

ing here." He pre I I ll 1 I s ith his,

teeth. Everything so I 1 I one 1 1 I I 1 glides up my instep

and his teeth skim my heel and up to my ankle. He trails kisses up the inside of

my dogie; soft moisture kisses. I wriggle beneath him.

"Withal, Mrs. Grayness," he warns, and suddenly he flips me on to my breadbasket and

continues his leisurely journeying with his oral cavity upwardly the back of my legs, to my

thighs, my behind, so he stops. I groan.

"Please . . ."

"I want you lot naked I 1 xi 1 1 xi ane ane i> corset ic claw at

a time. When information technology'southward Hat on the bed below me. he runs his tongue upwards the length of

"'Christian, delight."

"What do y'all desire, Mrs. Grey." His words are soft and shut to my ear. He's

almost lying on elevation of me ... I tin can experience him hard confronting my behind.

"Y'all."

"And I you, my honey, my life . . . ," he whispers, and earlier I know information technology, he's

flipped me on to g back, lie -lauds swiftly and in one efficient nunc dispenses

with his pants and boxei 1 • th it In .i >ri< u I 1 1I0 d and looming large

and ready over me. The small motel is eclipsed by his dazzling dazzler and his

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"Mine," he mouths.

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