Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian

Chapter 36

Ana whips her eyes to mine and her lips part as she gazes at me. We’re inches from each other. Not

touching. But I feel her. All of her. The silence between us gets louder, expanding to fill the space

surrounding us as we each drink the other in.

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between us. I see it in the summer of her eyes. Her pupils growing wider. Darker. Reflecting my thirst.

My love. Our love.

“You’ve been so distant.” Her voice is barely audible. “All weekend.”

“No. Not distant. Afraid.”

“No!” she says in a quiet rush of tenderness. She closes the gap between us without moving. Reaching

up, her fingertips skim over my stubble, her touch echoing through my every bone and sinew.

I close my eyes as my body responds.

Ana.

Her fingers are at my shirt, undoing the buttons. “Don’t be afraid,” she breathes, and places a kiss on

one of my scars above my pulsing heart. I can bear no more: I cup her face and bring her lips to mine,

kissing her ferociously. She’s a banquet for a starving man. She tastes of love and lust and Ana.

“Let’s go. Now. Vegas. Get married,” I implore against her fevered lips. “We can tell everyone we

couldn’t wait.” She moans and I kiss her again, taking all she’s got to give, drowning in her desire,

drowning in her love, aching for her, desperate for her.

When she pulls back we’re both dragging air into our lungs, her dazed eyes on me. “If that’s what you

want,” she says, breathless and brimming with compassion.

I crush her to me.

She’d do this for me.

She won’t obey…but she’ll do this.

Damn.

And I know I have to give her a wedding she deserves. Not some rushed affair in a chapel of love in

Vegas. My girl deserves the best.

“Come to bed,” I whisper in her ear, and she laces her fingers into my hair as I lift her into my arms.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says, and I carry her into the bedroom.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Wake up, sleepy head.” Gently I tug Ana’s earlobe with my teeth.

“Hmm…” She groans and refuses to open her eyes. I tug again. “Ah!” she gripes and her eyes flutter

open.

“Good morning, Miss Steele.”

“Good morning.” She reaches up to stroke my face. I’m fully dressed and lying stretched out beside

her.

“Sleep well?” I kiss her palm.

She gives me a sleepy nod.

“I have a surprise.”

“Oh?”

“Up.” I slide off the bed.

“What surprise?”

“If I told you…”

She slides her head to one side, unimpressed. She needs an answer.

“Floating above the Pacific Northwest?”

She gasps and sits up immediately. “Soaring?” she asks.

“The very same.”

“We can chase the”—she glances out of the window—“rain?” She looks crestfallen.

“It’s sunnier where we’re going.”

“Then we can chase the midday sun!”

“We can. If you get up!”

She squeals with delight and scrambles out of bed, all haste and long limbs. She stops to give me a

swift chaste kiss before dashing into the bathroom.

“It should be warm,” I call after her with a huge grin. I think she’s pleased.

As we speed down I-90 in the R8, fleeing the dreary weather, I allow myself the luxury of being in the

moment. My girl is beside me, The Killers are on the sound system, and we’re going soaring, in my

new sailplane. All is right in the world.

Flynn would be proud.

Of course, we’re being followed by Sawyer and Reynolds, but a guy can’t have everything.

“Where are we going?” Ana asks, peering through the drizzle.

“Ephrata.”

From the corner of my eye I see she’s perplexed. “It’s about two and a half hours away. It’s where I

keep my sailplanes.”

“You have more than one?”

“Two. Now.”

“The Blaník?” she asks, and when I frown she continues, sounding a little less certain. “You mentioned

it to the pilot when we went soaring in Georgia.” She looks down at her fingers and starts twisting her

engagement ring. “It’s why I bought you the model one.” Her voice drops so I have to strain to hear her.

“The only Blaník I have is that little glider. It has pride of place on my desk at work.” Reaching over, I

grasp her knee, briefly recalling the circumstances when she gifted the little model to me.

Don’t go there, Grey.

“I trained to fly in a Blaník. Right now, I have a brand-new, state-of-the-art ASH 30. One of the first in

the world. It will be my—our maiden flight in her.” I flash her a quick grin.

Ana’s face erupts into smile and she shakes her head fondly.

“What?” I ask.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes. You and your toys.”

“A man has to chill, Ana.” I wink at her and she blushes.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“That and the ‘are you gay’ question.”

Ana laughs. “You enjoy expensive pursuits.”

“This is not news.”

She stifles her smile and shakes her head again, and I don’t know if she’s laughing at me or with me.

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