Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 21
Andhepicksupthepace,thrustingfaster…harder…andmywholebodyismovingtohisrhythm,andIcanfeelmylegsstiffening,andmyinsidesquiveringandquickening.
“Comeon,baby,giveitupforme,”hecajolesthroughgrittedteeth,andtheferventneedinhisvoice—thestrain—sendsmeovertheedge.
Icryoutawordless,passionatepleaasItouchthesunandburn,fallingaroundhim,fallingdown,backtoabreathless,brightsummitonEarth.Heslamsintomeandstopsabruptlyashereacheshisclimax,pullingatmywristsandsinkinggracefullyandwordlesslyontome.
Wow…thatwasunexpected.IslowlymaterializebackonEarth.
“Whatthehellareyoudoingtome?”hebreathesashenuzzlesmyneck.“Youcompletelybeguileme,Ana.Youweavesomepowerfulmagic.”
Hereleasesmywrists,andIrunmyfingersthroughhishair,comingdownfrommyhigh.Itightenmylegsaroundhim.
“I’mtheonebeguiled,”Iwhisper.
Hegazesatme.Hisexpressionisdisconcerted,alarmedeven.Placinghishandsoneithersideofmyface,heholdsmyheadinplace.
“You.Are.Mine,”hesays,eachwordastaccato.“Doyouunderstand?”
He’ssoearnest,soimpassioned—azealot.Theforceofhispleaissounexpectedanddisarming.Iwonderwhyhe’sfeelinglikethis.“Yes,yours,”Iwhisper,derailedbyhisfervor.
“AreyousureyouhavetogotoGeorgia?”
Inodslowly.Andinthatbriefmoment,Iwatchhisexpressionchangeandtheshutterscomingdown.Abruptlyhewithdraws,makingmewince.
“Areyousore?”heasks,leaningoverme.
“Alittle,”Iconfess.
