Fifty Shades Darker (book 5)

Chapter 98

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Maybe I’m uneasy because Ana’s agreed to move in.

I can protect her. But she doesn’t want that.

I shake my head. Anastasia is challenging.

She’s very challenging.

Welcome to falling in love. Flynn’s words haunt me. So this is what it’s like. Confusing, exhilarating,

exhausting.

I walk over to my grand piano and lower the top board to cover the strings as quietly as I can. I don’t

want to wake her. I sit down and stare at the keys. I haven’t played for a few days. I place my

fingers on the keys and start to play. As Chopin’s nocturne in B-flat minor quietly fills the room, I’m

alone with the melancholy music and it soothes my soul.

A movement in my peripheral vision distracts me. Ana is standing in the shadows. Her eyes glint

from the light in the hallway, and I continue to play. She walks toward me, dressed in the pale pink

satin robe. She’s stunning: a diva who’s stepped off the silver screen.

When she reaches me, I take my hands off the keys. I want to touch her.

“Why did you stop? That was lovely,” she says.

“Do you have any idea how desirable you look at this moment?”

“Come to bed,” she says.

I offer her my hand, and when she takes it I pull her into my lap and embrace her, kissing her

exposed neck and tracing my lips to the pulse point at her throat. She trembles in my arms.

“Why do we fight?” I ask, as my teeth tease her earlobe.

“Because we’re getting to know each other, and you’re stubborn and cantankerous and moody and

difficult.” She tilts her head to give me better access to her neck. I smile against her skin as I run my

nose down her throat.

Challenging.

“I’m all those things, Miss Steele. It’s a wonder you put up with me.” I graze her earlobe with my

teeth.

“Mmm…” She lets me know it feels good.

“Is it always like this?” I whisper against her skin. I cannot get enough of her?

“I have no idea,” she says, her voice little more than a sigh.

“Me neither.” I untie the sash on her robe and it falls open, revealing the gown beneath. It clings to

her body, showing every curve, every dip, every hollow. My hand skims from her face to her breast

and her nipples harden, crowning against the satin when I circle them with my fingers. I move my

hand to her waist, then to her hip.

“You feel so fine under this material, and I can see everything—even this.” I tug gently on her pubic

hair, visible as a slight mound beneath the fabric.

She gasps and I cradle her neck and coil my hand in her hair, drawing her head back. I kiss her,

coaxing open her mouth and testing her tongue with mine.

She moans once more and her fingers curl around my face, stroking my stubble as her body rises

beneath my touch.

Gently I lift up her nightgown, enjoying the feel of rich, soft satin as it inches up her beautiful body,

revealing her long lovely legs. My hands find her ass. She’s naked. I cup her in my hand, then move

and run my thumbnail down the length of her inner thigh.

I want her. Here. On my piano.

Abruptly I stand, surprising Ana, and I lift her onto the piano so she’s sitting on the front of the top

board, her feet on the keys. Two discordant chords ring through the room as she gazes at me.

Standing between her legs, I take her hands. “Lie back.” I ease her down onto the piano. The satin

spills like fluid over the edge of the gleaming black wood and onto the keys.

Once she’s on her back I let go, strip off my T-shirt, and push her legs apart. Ana’s feet play a

staccato melody on the low and high keys. I kiss the inside of her right knee and trail kisses and soft

nips up her leg to her thigh. Her nightgown inches up, revealing more and more of my beautiful girl.

She groans. She knows what I have in mind. Her feet flex, and the dissonant sounds from the keys

resonate through the room, an uneven accompaniment to her accelerated breathing.

I reach my goal: her clitoris. And I kiss her once, relishing the jolt that shoots through her body.

Then I blow on her pubic hair to make a small space for my tongue. I push her knees wider and

hold her in place. She’s mine. Exposed. At my mercy. And I love it. Slowly, I start circling my tongue

around her sensitive sweet spot. She cries out and I continue over and over and over, while she’s

writhing beneath me, tilting her pelvis up for more.

I don’t stop.

I consume her.

Until my face is soaked.

From me.

From her.

Her legs start to tremble.

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