Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 8
Thisdoesn’tmeanI’vecomeoverallheartsandflowers;it’sameanstoanend,butonethatIwant,andhopefullyyoudo,too.”Hisgazeisintense.
Iflush…ohmy…wishesdocometrue.
“ButIhaven’tdoneallthethingsyourequirefromyourlistofrules.”Myvoiceisallbreathy,hesitant.
“Forgetabouttherules.Forgetaboutallthosedetailsfortonight.Iwantyou.I’vewantedyousinceyoufellintomyoffice,andIknowyouwantme.Youwouldn’tbesittingherecalmlydiscussingpunishmentandhardlimitsifyoudidn’t.Please,Ana,spendthenightwithme.”Heholdshishandouttome,hiseyesarebright,fervent…excited,andIputmyhandinhis.HepullsmeupandintohisarmssoIcanfeelthelengthofhisbodyagainstmine,thisswiftactiontakingmebysurprise.Herunshisfingersaroundthenapeofmyneck,windsmyponytailaroundhiswrist,andgentlypullssoI’mforcedtolookupathim.Hegazesdownatme.
“Youareonebraveyoungwoman,”hewhispers.“Iaminaweofyou.”
Hiswordsarelikesomekindofincendiarydevice;mybloodflames.Heleansdownandkissesmylipsgently,andhesucksatmylowerlip.
“Iwanttobitethislip,”hemurmursagainstmymouth,andcarefullyhetugsatitwithhisteeth.Imoan,andhesmiles.
“Please,Ana,letmemakelovetoyou.”
“Yes,”Iwhisper,becausethat’swhyI’mhere.Hissmileistriumphantashereleasesmeandtakesmyhandandleadsmethroughtheapartment.
Hisbedroomisvast.Theceiling-heightwindowslookoutonlit-upSeattlehigh-rises.
