Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
“Thankfuck,”hewhispers,andhethrustshardoncemoreandgroansashereacheshisclimax,pressinghimselfintome.Thenhestills,hisbodyrigid.
Collapsingontopofme,Ifeelhisfullweightforcingmeintothemattress.IpullmytiedhandsoverhisneckandholdhimthebestIcan.IknowinthatmomentIwoulddoanythingforthisman.Iamhis.Thewonderthathe’sintroducedmeto,it’sbeyondanythingIcouldhaveimagined.Andhewantstotakeitfurther,somuchfurther,toaplaceIcan’t,inmyinnocence,evenimagine.Oh…whattodo?
Heleansuponhiselbowsandstaresdownatme,grayeyesintense.
“Seehowgoodwearetogether?”hemurmurs.“Ifyougiveyourselftome,itwillbesomuchbetter.Trustme,Anastasia,Icantakeyouplacesyoudon’tevenknowexist.”Hiswordsechomythoughts.Hestrokeshisnoseagainstmine.Iamstillreelingfrommyextraordinaryphysicalreactiontohim,andIgazeupathimblankly,graspingforacoherentthought.
Suddenlywebothbecomeawareofvoicesinthehalloutsidehisbedroomdoor.IttakesamomenttoprocesswhatIcanhear.
“Butifhe’sstillinbed,thenhemustbeill.He’sneverinbedatthistime.Christianneversleepsin.”
“Mrs.Grey,please.”
“Taylor.Youcannotkeepmefrommyson.”
“Mrs.Grey,he’snotalone.”
“Whatdoyoumeanhe’snotalone?”
“Hehassomeonewithhim.”
“Oh…”EvenIhearthedisbeliefinhervoice.
Christianblinksrapidly,staringdownatme,wide-eyedwithhumoredhorror.
“Shit!It’smymother.”
