"Just here," he murmurs, and he rhythmically strokes the front wall of my vagina while he continues the exquisite, relentless licking and sucking. Holy f**king cow.
I erupt unexpectedly into a mind-blowing orgasm that stuns all my senses, obliterating all that's happening outside of my body as I writhe and groan. Jeez, that was so quick.
I am vaguely aware that he has stopped his ministrations. He's hovering over me, sliding on a condom, and then he's inside me, hard and fast.
"Oh yes!" He groans as he slams into me. He's sticky - the residual melted ice cream spreading between us. It's a strangely distracting sensation, but one I can't dwell on for more than a few seconds as Christian suddenly pulls out of me and flips me over.
"This way," he murmurs and abruptly is inside me once more, but he doesn't start his usual punishing rhythm straight away. He leans over, releases my hands, and pulls me upright so I am practically sitting on him. His hands move up to my br**sts, and he palms them both, tugging gently on my ni**les. I groan, tossing my head back against his shoulder. He nuzzles my neck, biting down, as he flexes his hips, deliciously slowly, filling me again and again.
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" he breathes against my ear.
"No," I gasp.
He smiles against my neck, and his fingers curl around my jaw and throat, holding me fast for a moment.
"Yes, you do. I'm not going to let you go."
I groan as he picks up speed.
"You are mine, Anastasia."
"Yes, yours," I pant.
"I take care of what's mine," he hisses and bites my ear.
I cry out.
"That's right, baby, I want to hear you." He snakes one hand around my waist while his other hand grasps my hip, and he pushes into me harder, making me cry out again. And the punishing rhythm starts. His breathing grows harsher and harsher, ragged, matching mine.
I feel the familiar quickening deep inside. Jeez again!
I am just sensation. This is what he does to me - takes my body and possesses it wholly so that I think of nothing but him. His magic is powerful, intoxicating. I'm a butterfly caught in his net, unable and unwilling to escape. I'm his... totally his.
"Come on, baby," he growls through gritted teeth and on cue, like the sorcerer's ap-prentice I am, I let go, and we find our release together.
I am lying curled up in his arms on sticky sheets. His front is pressed to my back, his nose in my hair.
"What I feel for you frightens me," I whisper.
He stills. "Me too, baby," he says quietly.
"What if you leave me?" The thought is horrific.
"I'm not going anywhere. I don't think I could ever have my fill of you, Anastasia."
I turn and gaze at him. His expression is serious, sincere. I lean over and kiss him gently. He smiles and reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear.
"I've never felt the way I felt when you left, Anastasia. I would move heaven and earth to avoid feeling like that again." He sounds so sad, dazed even.
I kiss him again. I want to lighten our mood somehow, but Christian does it for me.
"Will you come with me to my father's summer party tomorrow? It's an annual charity thing. I said I'd go."
I smile, feeling suddenly shy.
"Of course I'll come." Oh shit. I have nothing to wear.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me," he insists.
"I have nothing to wear."
Christian looks momentarily uncomfortable.
"Don't be mad, but I still have all those clothes for you at home. I am sure there are a couple of dresses in there."
I purse my lips. "Do you, now?" I mutter, my voice sardonic. I don't want to fight with him tonight. I need a shower.
The girl who looks like me is standing outside SIP. Hang on - she is me. I am pale and un-washed, and all my clothes are too big; I'm staring at her, and she's wearing my clothes -
happy, healthy.
"What do you have that I don't?" I ask her.
"Who are you?"
"I'm nobody... Who are you? Are you nobody, too... ?"
"Then there's a pair of us - don't tell, they'd banish us, you know..."1 She smiles, a slow, evil grimace that spreads across her face, and it's so chilling that I start to scream.
"Jesus, Ana!" Christian is shaking me awake.
I am so disorientated. I'm at home... in the dark... in bed with Christian. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind.
"Baby, are you okay? You were having a bad dream."
"Oh."
He switches on the lamp so we're bathed in its dim light. He gazes down at me, his face etched with concern.
"The girl," I whisper.
"What is it? What girl?" he asks soothingly.
"There was a girl outside SIP when I left this evening. She looked like me... but not really."
Christian stills, and as the light from the bedside lamp warms up, I see his face is ashen.
"When was this?" he whispers, dismayed. He sits up, staring down at me.
"When I left this afternoon. Do you know who she is?"
"Yes." He runs a hand through his hair.
"Who?"
His mouth presses into a hard line, but he says nothing.
"Who?" I press.
"It's Leila."
I swallow. The ex-sub! I remember Christian talking about her before we went gliding.
Suddenly, he's radiating tension. Something is going on.
"The girl who put 'Toxic' on your iPod?"
He glances at me anxiously.
"Yes," he says. "Did she say anything?"
"She said, 'what do you have that I don't have?' and when I asked who she was, she said, 'nobody.' "