Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 34

"You can tell me, Anastasia. We have to be honest with each other or this isn't going to work."

I squirm uncomfortably again and stare at my knotted fingers.

"Tell me," he commands.

"Well... I've not had sex before, so I don't know." My voice is small. I peek up at him, and he's staring at

me, mouth-open, frozen, and pale - really pale.

"Never?" he whispers. I shake my head.

"You're a virgin?" he breathes. I nod, flushing again. He closes his eyes and looks to be counting to ten.

When he opens them again, he's angry, glaring at me.

"Why the f**k didn't you tell me?" he growls.

Chapter Eight

Christian is running both his hands through his hair and pacing up and down his study.

Two hands - that's double exasperation. His usual concrete control seems to have slipped a notch.

"I don't understand why you didn't tell me," he castigates me.

"The subject never came up. I'm not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I

mean, we hardly know each other." I'm staring at my hands. Why am I feeling guiltyWhy is he so madI

peek up at him.

"Well, you know a lot more about me now," he snaps, his mouth presses into a hard line. "I knew you

were inexperienced, but a virgin! " He says it like it's a really dirty word.

"Hell, Ana, I just showed you," he groans. "May God forgive me. Have you ever been kissed, apart from

by me?"

"Of course I have." I try my best to look affronted. Okay... maybe twice.

"And a nice young man hasn't swept you off your feetI just don't understand. You're twenty-one, nearly

twenty-two. You're beautiful." He runs his hand through his hair again.

Beautiful. I flush with pleasure. Christian Grey thinks I'm beautiful. I knot my fingers together, staring at

them hard, trying to conceal my goofy grin. Perhaps he's near-sighted, my subconscious has reared

her somnambulant head. Where was she when I needed her?

"And you're seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience."

His brows knit together. "How have you avoided sexTell me, please."

I shrug.

"No one's really, you know." Come up to scratch, only you. And you turn out to be some kind of

monster. "Why are you so angry with me?" I whisper.

"I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself. I just assumed... " He sighs. He regards me shrewdly

and then shakes his head. "Do you want to go?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"No, unless you want me to go," I murmur. Oh no... I don't want to leave.

"Of course not. I like having you here." He frowns as he says this and then glances at his watch. "It's

late." And he turns to look at me. "You're biting your lip." His voice is husky, and he's eyeing me

speculatively.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's just that I want to bite it too, hard."

I gasp... how can he say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.

"Come," he murmurs."

"What?"

"We're going to rectify the situation right now."

"What do you meanWhat situation?"

"Your situation. Ana, I'm going to make love to you, now."

"Oh." The floor has fallen away . I'm a situation. I'm holding my breath.

"That's if you want to, I mean, I don't want to push my luck."

"I thought you didn't make love. I thought you f**ked hard." I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.

He gives me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there.

"I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we'll see. I really want to make love to you.

Please, come to bed with me. I want our arrangement to work, but you really need to have some idea

what you're getting yourself into. We can start your training tonight - with the basics. This doesn't mean

I've come over all hearts and flowers, it's a means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do

too." His gray gaze is intense.

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"But I haven't done all the things you require from your list of rules." My voice is all breathy, hesitant.

"Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I've wanted you since you

fell into my office, and I know you want me. You wouldn't be sitting here calmly discussing punishment

and hard limits if you didn't. Please, Ana, spend the night with me." He holds his hand out to me, his

eyes are bright, fervent... excited, and I put my hand in his. He pulls me up and into his arms so I can

feel the length of his body against mine, this swift action taking me by surprise. He runs his fingers

round the nape of my neck, winds my ponytail around his wrist, and gently pulls so I'm forced to look up

at him. He gazes down at me.

"You are one brave young woman," he whispers. "I am in awe of you."

His words are like some kind of incendiary device; my blood flames. He leans down and kisses my lips

gently, and he sucks at my lower lip.

"I want to bite this lip," he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth. I moan,

and he smiles.

"Please Ana, let me make love to you."

"Yes," I whisper, because that's why I'm here. His smile is triumphant as he releases me and takes my

hand and leads me through the apartment.

His bedroom is vast. The ceiling height windows look out on a lit up, high-rise Seattle.

The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern, made of

rough, grey wood, like driftwood, four posts, but no canopy. On the wall above it is a stunning painting

of the sea.

I am quaking like a leaf. This is it. Finally, after all this time, I'm going to do it, with none other than

Christian Grey. My breath is shallow, and I can't take my eyes off him.

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