let go, glorying in what he does to me, finding my sweet, sweet release, as I come again, loudly, screaming his name. And he stills, pouring his heart and soul into me.
"Ana, baby," he cries and collapses beside me.
His fingers deftly undo the straps, and he rubs my ankles then my wrists. When he's finished and I'm finally free, he pulls me into his arms and I drift, exhausted.
When I surface again, I am curled beside him and he's gazing at me. I have no idea what the time is.
"I could watch you sleep forever, Ana," he murmurs and he kisses my forehead.
I smile and shift languorously beside him.
"I never want to let you go," he says softly and wraps his arms around me.
Hmm. "I never want to go. Never let me go," I mutter sleepily, my eyelids refusing to open."I need you," he whispers, but his voice is a distant, ethereal part of my dreams. He needs me... needs me... and as I finally slip into the darkness, my last thoughts are of a small boy with gray eyes and dirty, messy, copper-colored hair smiling shyly at me.
Chapter Seventeen
Hmm.
Christian is nuzzling my neck as I slowly wake.