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“
Hold
on
,
Anastasia
!
”
he
shouts
through
clenched
teeth
.
I
grip
the
post
harder
and
push
back
against
him
as
he
continues
his
merciless
onslaught
,
again
and
again
,
his
fingers
digging
into
my
hip
.
My
arms
are
aching
,
my
legs
feel
uncertain
,
my
scalp
is
getting
sore
from
his
tugging
my
hair
…
and
I
can
feel
a
gathering
deep
inside
me
.
Oh
no
…
and
for
the
first
time
,
I
fear
my
orgasm
…
if
I
come
…
I
’
ll
collapse
.
Christian
continues
to
move
roughly
against
me
,
in
me
,
his
breathing
harsh
,
moaning
,
groaning
.
My
body
is
responding
…
how
?
I
feel
a
quickening
.
But
suddenly
,
Christian
stills
,
slamming
really
deep
.
“
Come
on
,
Ana
,
give
it
to
me
,
”
he
groans
,
and
my
name
on
his
lips
sends
me
over
the
edge
as
I
become
all
body
and
spiraling
sensation
and
sweet
,
sweet
release
,
and
then
completely
and
utterly
mindless
.
When
sense
returns
,
I
’
m
lying
on
him
.
He
’
s
on
the
floor
,
and
I
’
m
lying
on
top
of
him
,
my
back
to
his
front
,
and
I
’
m
staring
at
the
ceiling
,
all
postcoital
,
glowing
,
shattered
.
Oh
…
the
carabiners
,
I
think
absently
—
I
’
d
forgotten
about
those
.
Christian
nuzzles
my
ear
.
“
Hold
up
your
hands
,
”
he
says
softly
.
My
arms
feel
like
they
’
re
made
of
lead
,
but
I
hold
them
up
.
He
wields
the
scissors
and
passes
one
blade
under
the
plastic
.
“
I
declare
this
Ana
open
,
”
he
breathes
,
and
cuts
the
plastic
.
I
giggle
and
rub
my
wrists
as
they
’
re
freed
.
I
feel
his
grin
.
“
That
is
such
a
lovely
sound
,
”
he
says
wistfully
.
He
sits
suddenly
,
taking
me
with
him
so
that
I
’
m
once
more
sitting
in
his
lap
.
