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I
moan
.
“
You
.
Are
.
Mine
.
Come
for
me
,
baby
,
”
he
growls
.
His
words
are
my
undoing
,
tipping
me
over
the
precipice
.
My
body
convulses
around
him
,
and
I
come
,
loudly
calling
out
a
garbled
version
of
his
name
into
the
mattress
.
Christian
follows
with
two
sharp
thrusts
,
and
he
freezes
,
pouring
himself
into
me
as
he
finds
his
release
.
He
collapses
on
top
of
me
,
his
face
in
my
hair
.
“
Fuck
.
Ana
,
”
he
breathes
.
He
pulls
out
of
me
immediately
and
rolls
onto
his
side
of
the
bed
.
I
pull
my
knees
up
to
my
chest
,
utterly
spent
,
and
immediately
drift
off
or
pass
out
into
an
exhausted
sleep
.
WHEN
I
WAKE
,
IT
’
S
still
dark
.
I
have
no
idea
how
long
I
’
ve
slept
.
I
stretch
out
beneath
the
duvet
,
and
I
feel
sore
,
deliciously
sore
.
Christian
is
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
I
sit
up
,
staring
out
at
the
cityscape
in
front
of
me
.
There
are
fewer
lights
on
among
the
skyscrapers
,
and
there
’
s
a
whisper
of
dawn
in
the
east
.
I
hear
music
.
The
lilting
notes
of
the
piano
,
a
sad
,
sweet
lament
.
Bach
,
I
think
,
but
I
’
m
not
sure
.
I
wrap
the
duvet
around
me
and
quietly
pad
down
the
corridor
toward
the
big
room
.
Christian
is
at
the
piano
,
completely
lost
in
the
melody
he
’
s
playing
.
His
expression
is
sad
and
forlorn
,
like
the
music
.
His
playing
is
stunning
.
Leaning
against
the
wall
at
the
entrance
,
I
listen
,
enraptured
.
He
’
s
such
an
accomplished
musician
.
He
sits
naked
,
his
body
bathed
in
the
warm
light
cast
by
a
solitary
freestanding
lamp
beside
the
piano
.
With
the
rest
of
the
large
room
in
darkness
,
it
’
s
like
he
’
s
in
his
own
isolated
little
pool
of
light
,
untouchable
…
lonely
,
in
a
bubble
.
I
pad
quietly
toward
him
,
enticed
by
the
sublime
,
melancholy
music
.
I
’
m
mesmerized
,
watching
his
long
,
skilled
fingers
as
they
find
and
gently
press
the
keys
,
thinking
how
those
same
fingers
have
expertly
handled
and
caressed
my
body
.
I
flush
and
gasp
at
the
memory
and
press
my
thighs
together
.
He
glances
up
,
his
unfathomable
gray
eyes
bright
,
his
expression
unreadable
.
“
Sorry
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
disturb
you
.
”
A
frown
flits
across
his
face
.
