Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,77

run a finger over the soft swell of her breasts. They quiver beneath my touch as she inhales and exhales, faster…and shallower.

I love turning my wife on.

Reluctantly, I lift my finger from her skin and spin it in the air.

Turn around for me.

She does. When she’s facing the bed, I ask her to stop. Encircling her waist, I pull her back against my chest and kiss her neck. From this angle, I have a glorious top view of her straining breasts and I can’t resist them. I embrace each and hold them, letting my thumbs move over their soft swell to her nipples, circling each over and over. Ana moans.

“Mine,” I breathe.

“Yours,” she whispers.

She pushes her ass against me and I have to fight my urge to press myself into her. As I skim my hands down the soft satin, over her stomach, her belly, to her thighs—my thumbs briefly skating over her vulva—she leans her head against me, eyes closed, and groans. My fingers find her garters and I unhook both of them at the same time. Then I move my hands to her fine ass.

“Mine,” I whisper. As I caress her backside, my fingertips brush beneath her panties.

“Ah,” she moans.

She’s wet.

Fuck. Ana. You siren.

“Hush.” I unclip her garters at the back, then lean down and pull the duvet back. “Sit down.” She obliges and I kneel at her feet and tug off each of her shoes, placing them by her dress. I’m aware of her burning gaze as I slowly remove her left stocking, my thumbs skimming over her skin as I peel it off. I do the same with its twin. “This is like unwrapping my Christmas presents,” I whisper, and peek up at Ana.

“A present you’ve had already,” she says quietly.

What? Her comment takes me by surprise. “Oh, no, baby,” I reassure her, if that’s what she needs. “This time it’s really mine.”

“Christian, I’ve been yours since I said yes.” She moves forward and holds my face between her palms. “I’m yours. I will always be yours, husband of mine.”

Husband. It’s the first time she’s said it since the ceremony.

“Now,” she says softly against my lips, “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” She leans down to kiss me, but the word husband is ringing in my heart.

I’m hers. Really hers.

I kneel up and kiss her, grasping her head with both hands, weaving my fingers into her hair.

“Ana,” I whisper. “My Ana.” And I kiss her again. Properly. Pushing my tongue into her mouth and tasting her. Tasting my wife. She answers my wordless passion with her own, her tongue finding and embracing mine.

“Clothes,” she says when we surface for air, and attempts to remove my vest. I release her and shuck it off while she regards me with her beautiful blue eyes that are darkening with want. “Let me, please,” she pleads.

I sit back on my heels, and she leans forward and takes my tie.

That tie.

My favorite.

And she slowly undoes it and pulls it free.

I lift my chin and she unfastens my top button. She moves to my cuffs and removes each of my new cuff links in turn. I hold out my hand, and she places them in my palm. Clasping them in my fist, I kiss my hand and then slip them into my pants pocket.

“Mr. Grey, so romantic.”

“For you, Mrs. Grey—hearts and flowers. Always.”

She reaches for my hand, and peering up at me through her long, dark lashes, she kisses my wedding ring.

Oh God. I close my eyes and groan. “Ana.”

She starts to unbutton my shirt. As she unfastens each one, she plants a soft kiss where the button once was and whispers a word. “You. Make. Me. So. Happy. I. Love. You.”

It’s too much. I want her.

Fuck, do I want her.

I groan and shake my shirt off, then lift her onto the bed and lay her down beneath me. My lips find hers and I hold her head, keeping her still as we share our first horizontal kiss as husband and wife.

Ana.

My pants are getting too tight. I kneel up between her legs and Ana is panting, her lips swollen from our kisses, and she’s staring up at me with want.

Fuck.

“You are so beautiful, wife.” I run my hands down each of her legs and grab her left foot. “You have such lovely legs. I want to kiss every inch of them. Starting here.” I press my lips to her big toe and graze the pad with my teeth.

“Ah!” Ana makes