Time

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This chapter is MA rated due to major lemons. Like always my apologies for any mistakes that I may have overlooked. Also, I am considering to make my chapters smaller so I can update more frequently but I do not know if people rather have less frequent updates but longer chapters.

Tough times never last, but tough people do.

(Robert H Schuller 1926-2015)

He loathed the face staring back at him at the front cover of Time magazine. His fake smile, the slight dimple on his chin, the cold, calculated look in his gray eyes and superficial charm he emitted, he despised every single bit of him.

He had never hated anyone as much in his life as he had hated Christian Grey The man that had humiliated him and turned him into a laughing stock and had cost him the respect and love of his father.

For over three years he was plotting to get back at the bastard to make he him go through what he had gone through. But he never found a kink in Grey's armor his family was tight-knit, rich as sin and well protected. The private detective he had hired in the past was unable to find any real useable dirt on them or Grey in particular. His hotheaded teen days had been brushed off as normal teenage behavior even though rumors circulated that Grey once had beaten up a boy so severely he had to be admitted to the hospital. People, however; seem to admire him all the more because of his alleged bad boy side. 'Idiots.' he muttered under his breath.

No, he needed something different something that would really hurt the damn bastard. It had become nothing less than an obsession to him to collect every interview and article ever written on the miserable douchebag hoping to find that hole is Grey's thus far impenetrable armor. After al, nothing rang truer than Sun Tsu's know thy enemy.

He took a sip of his brandy and a drag of his Cuban cigar feeling like a masochist he opened the magazine and began reading the interview Grey had so gracefully bestowed on the magazine.

Christian Grey the man behind the mogul.

By Gloria Rankin

Christian Grey is one of the most successful and elusive young entrepreneurs in the world. Often requests for interviews are met with polite rejections from his PR team. But for Time Magazine's Gloria Rankin the gorgeous billionaire made an exception and gave us a few very interesting tidbits and insights in his fiercely guarded private life.

Sorry to all the ladies and gentleman who hoped to capture the heart of America's most eligible bachelor. Mr Grey revealed that he is straight and taken.

On his parents and unconventional beginnings.

I consider both my adopted father as my birth father my parents. They both had a profound amount of influence on my upbringing and shaped me into the man I am today.

They taught me to work hard and follow my dreams no matter what and I am proud to call myself their son. My adoptive mother knows no equal she is the sweetest and kindest and understanding mother anyone could wish for. I am truly blessed and proud of calling her my mother.

On the question, everyone wants to know the answer too. Is there someone special in his life?

There is. She is the most beautiful, kindhearted, sweet and intelligent girl on the planet I am one very lucky SOB and so very grateful to have her in my life.

On the question if he can tell us some more things about his girlfriend.

My girlfriend is not in the public eye and her privacy is very important to me. Doing what I do and whom I am attracts a lot of attention; both positive and negative. My girlfriend has her own life if people know she is associated with me they are bound to treat her differently and she would not be able to do what she loves doing freely.

That is why I keep her out of the spotlights.

Is that the reason why you are only seen with your mother and sister on public events?

Yes, that is part of the reason. I also really like their company.

On what motivates him to do what he does.

I love making money and I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. Doing what I do combines both which is ideal for me. I really love going to work every morning and tackle problems with my very competent staff.

That does not explain why you donate so much time and money to various charities.

I have been very lucky growing up in an affluent household. My parents give me every opportunity to grow up and develop myself. I also realize that not everyone is that lucky.

Donating time and money to charities is my way of giving back to those less fortunate so they to have a chance at a better life. Kind of like pay it forward.

Could we say that Christian Grey is an idealist at heart?

I think every entrepreneur is a visionary and you need to have some ideals to envision. The technologies my companies develop are designed to make life easier. Although I do see myself more as a realist striving for bigger better things without losing touch with reality. I guess when push comes to shove I am too cynical to be a real idealist.

On his hobbies after a long day at the office.

I love to fly, sail, fish, hike and hunt. I am very much an outdoorsman. I find nature one of the most inspiring environments to be in.

As an avid hunter don't you think your support for gun control legislation is a little bit hypocritical?

No, I don't. I have no problem with sane people owning firearms for recreational purposes. I myself am a proud owner of a BrowningX-bolt. These laws aren't aimed at taking people's hobbies from them. They are designed to curb the misuse and abuse of firearms.

It is ridicules how easy mentally unstable or dangerous people can have access to weapons and wreck havoc with them. My mother is a doctor; to often she has lost patients to gun violence. Because these weapons were in the hands of people who should not have been allowed to have weapons in the first place.

If you hadn't been an entrepreneur what would you most likely have become?

Either a stockbroker, lawyer or Ingenieur. I love working with numbers and solve complex problems. So I would have chosen a profession that would cater to that.

Any last words of wisdom for our readers?

Life is the short to waste on things you don't like doing so do what you love doing most.

He threw the magazine away from him like it was something dirty. That holier than thou pompous asshole! He was seething with rage a feeling that always instantly boiled up every time he read something about Grey. Once it was subsided somewhat his rational mind took over.

This interview had given him some very interesting information that could proof to be the kink in Grey's armor he was looking for. That motherfucker had himself a little slut and was apparently very protective of her. So much so that he refused to disclose her identity.

He snickered to himself Grey was a public figure and responsible for the livelihood of over 35000 people and these people had every right to know about the life there lord and master lived and with who. Hadn't they?

He opened his anonymous email program on his computer and punched in the email address of Jay Harolds the owner of the Nooz and Trumpeter he was going to make him an offer Harolds could and would never refuse.

Seattle October 12, 2007

Anastasia

I follow the beautiful road made of red rose petals from the foyer of Escala right into the living room. There are burning candles and wildflowers everywhere.

I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy I'll be your hope I'll be your love Be everything that you need I'll love you more with every breath Truly, madly, deeply do.

The lyrical music of 'Savage Garden' croons softly through the sound system. I gasp when I see Christian standing in the middle of the living room wearing a custom-made Armani tux. His hair has its usual just fucked look and it flopping a little over his forehead he stares at me intently with bright stormy gray eyes. It is almost unnerving. It should be illegal to look that good.

My lips are dry and I feel flushed today is the day that I am finally losing my virginity and Christian has gone all out to make it a very romantic and memorable experience.

'Good evening miss Steele.' His smooth baritone voice resonates through the living room.

He takes a bottle from the kitchen counter and pops the cork pouring the golden colored sparkling liquid in two champagne classes. He hands me a glass and swoops down to kiss my lips. I open my mouth and slide my tongue into his. He presses me against his strong muscular body and I can feel his erection pressing hard against my stomach.

Our kiss deepens and I moan. He tastes divine a heady combination of cool crisp wine, mint and Christian.

'Ana…' He groans breathlessly and softly bites on my bottom lip. 'My sweet beautiful Ana.'

He slides his tongue back in my mouth and our kiss becomes almost feverish. His lips feel soft and warm and his tongue is wet and demanding. After a moment more we break the kiss my lips are swollen and I feel a little dazed and breathless.

I will be strong I will be faithful 'cause I'm counting on A new beginning A reason for living A deeper meaning, yeah.

Savage Garden continues to croon melodically.

'Champagne?' I ask while cocking an eyebrow at him.

He smiles at me.

'No angel it is sparkling cider. We are not in France so it is illegal for you to drink. Besides, I want you completely sober and sentient for what I am planning to do with you.' He whispers seductively.

'Mmm, sounds ominous.'

'Oh, trust me, angel, it will be very ominous.' His warm breath caresses my ear and he softly trails kisses down my neck.

'Angel you look absolutely breathtaking. The color of this dress really brings out your beautiful eyes. Miss Acton did well I should write her a thank you note. ' He says while swirling me around the living room.

'Thank you, so do you.' I say flippantly I am wearing a teal blue Elie Saab evening gown with straps and beautiful embroidery on the upper body combined with 4 inch blue and gold strap heels.

Christian ordered Taylor to take me to Nieman Marcus this afternoon to go some cloth shopping. He knows I loathe shopping so he hired a personal shopper to help me pick out stuff. I told him that it was completely unnecessary but he said he wanted me to have a whole new wardrobe to use at Escala so I don't have to bring luggage every weekend I stay with him. He also insisted that I should pick up something spectacular for tonight.

'Dance with me.' He commands he turns up the volume of the sound system and Frank Sinatra's witchcraft fills the room.

He takes my hand in his and puts his other hand around my waist we dance the foxtrot and I am surprised how well he can dance. Isn't there anything this man cannot do? I wonder.

'Where did you learn to dance like this?' I ask curiously.

'Ashford prep. Etiquette and dance were mandatory classes. Didn't you get any of those at Saint Agnes? '

'Only etiquette classes, they weren't that big on dancing. Catholic girl school remember?'

He snickers.

'I am thankful that you went to a catholic girls school no horny teenage boys around to bother you.'

'Pity, I can't say the same for your high school experience.' I say petulantly and he throws his head back in laughter.

'There where no girls in Ashford that ever got past first base.'

'Really? Why not?'

The smile slowly disappears from his face and his expression becomes somber.

'They couldn't touch me.' He says softly and I am immediately remembered of Christian's hard formative years. I softly cup his cheek and kiss his lips hoping to take all his pain away from him. He groans in response and deepens the kiss, after a moment he breaks away and I smile at him.

'So this is a first for you too then.' I say teasingly.

He chuckles.

'I wish it was.' He says earnestly.

'How did you… If they couldn't touch you… I mean..' I stammer.

'You want to know how I had sex with women if they couldn't touch me?' He finishes my question for me.

'Yes.' I breathe out softly. He looks contemplative for a moment.

'There are ways to have sex without people touching you Ana ways to stay in control.'

I am intrigued and desperate to know more but before I can say anything he stops midstride.

'Come let's eat Mrs Jones made us a stellar three-course meal.'

He leads me to a beautifully set dinner table near the windows. The view over the Seattle skyline is stunning. The setting sun has painted the sky is a vibrant red, blue and orange and man-made lights are twinkling all over the early evening sky.

Christian pulls out my chair and I sit down and smile at him. He bends down and kisses my lips again before sitting down opposite of me.

Mrs Jones appears out of nowhere and serves us our first-course spice broiled oysters with a mayonnaise dip.

'So when will that interview come out you did for Time Magazine?'

'I think it came out today. Thank God it was the last one I loathe giving interviews.' He says while taking a bite of his appetizer.

'If you hate them so much then why do you give them?'

He shrugs.

'PR purposes. My head of public relations thought it was good PR for the public to get to know me better. It buys goodwill.'

'Well, I hope they all learn what I already know. You are the nicest, handsomest and most brilliant man in the entire world.'

He gives me his shy smile and for a moment, he really looks like a lost little boy. He takes my hand in his and places a soft kiss on it.

'I love you, Ana, you are my world I would be as good as dead without you.' He says somberly. His confession really tugs on my heartstrings he is still so damaged in a lot of ways.

'I love you too Christian. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you.'

Mrs Jones comes and clears our plates before serving us sear-roasted wild salmon with leek and artichoke ragout. It tastes delicious Mrs Jones really is an exceptional cook.

The conversation for the rest of the meal is thankfully much lighter. Christian tells me all about a new solar powered cellphone his company is developing for developing countries and I tell him about the different classes I had last week. After our dessert, we have a delicious chocolate raspberry tart, Taylors comes in whispers something in Christians ear.

'Have they all signed the NDA?' He asks.

'Yes, sir.'

'Good. Tell them we will be right up.'

Taylor nods and leaves.

'What was that all about?'

'Always eager for information miss Steele. You will see in a moment it is a surprise.'

Christian gets up and takes my hand leading me out of the apartment to the rooftop of Escala. The evening air is chilly on my naked arms and legs a small shiver runs down my spine and I shudder.

'You cold?' Christian asks.

'A little.'

'Here take this.' He says while taking off his tux jacket and draping it around my shoulders.

For a moment I think we are going to fly Charlie Tango again but I am really surprised to see one large love seat and three of four men milling around the helicopter platform. A slender well built very good looking man with piercing green eyes and yet black hair comes running towards Christian.

'Mr Grey sir welcome!' He says breathlessly.

I am surprised I have no idea who he is.

'Nick thank you for doing this.' Christian says while shaking his hand.

'Ana this is Nick Abbott he is a pyrotechnician.'

'A pleasure to meet you, Ana.' He says charmingly. I smile at him and shake his hand. He holds my hand a little longer than necessary and gives me a full-toothed all American boy smile.

'Very nice to meet you too Mr Abbott.' A scowls mares Christian's handsome face he wraps his arm around my waist in a possessive manner and pulls me closer to him.

'Is everything ready?' He snaps.

'Yes Mr Grey just some final touches and we are good to go. Just take a seat and enjoy the show.'

'Good. Come Anastasia.' He says and leads me to the love seat he sits down and pulls me on his lap his arms circle my waist and his nuzzles my neck. I turn my head towards him and he kisses me possessively. His lips are warm and firm I open my mouth and he slips his tongue inside me. His saliva mixed with mine and his taste is an intoxicating mix of cider and Christian. Suddenly it hits me Christian is insecure about me and what I feel for him that is why he always reacts so possessively when he feels threatened, it is baffling to me I don't want anyone but him.

'Mine.' He says breathlessly.

'Yours. Christian, it has always ever been you, please don't doubt that.' He stares at me for a moment.

'I just can't believe that you are here with me and you are mine. You are everything I ever wished and dreamed for.'

'Well believe it because I am not going to go anywhere. You, Mr Grey, are stuck with me.' I kiss him tenderly and he moans softly. After a moment, he breaks the kiss and smiles at me and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

'Let's go watch some fireworks.' He says smiling down at me.

'How did you manage to pull this off? Don't you need some permit or something?' I ask.

'Playing golf with the mayor and being Seattle's second largest employer has its perks.' He says smugly.

'Is there anything you cannot do?' I tease.

'Loads of things but I am not telling because you will laugh at me.' He smirks and I giggle and curl up on his lap. He kisses the top of my head and we watch Nick ordering his crew around.

'Why fireworks?' I ask quizzically.

He chuckles.

'Couple of reasons you loved them as a kid. It is a celebration of us as a couple but most of all it is a prelude to the spectacular night we are going to have.' He says seductively and I clench my thighs close in anticipation I already feel damp and flustered.

'You remembered I love fireworks?'

He looks at me like he is not understanding my question.

'Of course, I remember! that is not something one easily forgets Ana. Why would you even think that?'

I shrug.

'It just seems such a trivial piece of information.'

'Angel not a single bit of information about you is trivial to me. It is my lives mission to know every single little thing about you. All your likes, dislikes and little idiosyncrasies it is vital for your happiness which makes them automatically vital for mine.'

I am dumbstruck.

'Are you even real?'

He chuckles.

'Very real miss Steele and I will proof it to you in 15 minutes.' He says and kisses me full on the mouth.

He breaks our kiss when Mr Abbott comes over to us and hands Christian an small black remote.

'Just press the red button Mr Grey and the show will start.' He says.

'Thank you.' Christian says curtly before dismissing him.

'You ready babe.' He says.

'Yes!' I reply enthusiastically.

He presses the button and in front of us, a spectacular display of fireworks set off in the air. The pungent smell of brimstone assaults my nostrils and how sweet it is to be loved by you resounds through the speakers in synchronization with the fireworks. It is a magical site to behold I never knew people could do this! I am giddy with excitement and clasp my hands in delight.

'This is the sweetest and most wonderful thing someone has ever done for me.' I say awed.

'Get used to it angel I will give you a lifetime of sweet and wonderful things because you deserve nothing less.' Christian says earnestly and my heart swells with love for him how can he not believe that he worthy of my love?

After the firework is over we take the elevator back to the penthouse.

Christian stands close to me and I can feel the pulsating heat coming from him his unique scent is filling every inch of the cramped space and it is making me feel heady with desire for him. I look up into his face and my breath hitches holy shit! His eyes are like molten silver burning into mine. The carnal intensity of his stare makes me feel hot and needy I feel my stomach clench in anticipation of what is about to come.

He bends down and crashes his lips with mine while pulling me against his hard muscular body. With one hand he softly caresses my back while his other hand gently grasps my throat forcing my head up to meet his mouth. His gentle but demanding touch is setting my skin on fire making me feel feverish with desire. His mouth moves to my jaw and neck placing hot burning kisses in his wake before licking the shell of my ear his warm breath makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand right up.

'You. Taste. So. Sweet.' He says between each kiss.

'I. . .' His presence is overwhelming sending me in a tailspin. The sight of him, the smell of him, the taste of him it is a sensory overload.

'Oh, God Christian I want you too. So bad.' I moan.

The elevator stops and we stumble out still clawing at each other. Christian picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around his waist and neck while I continue to assault his mouth and jaw. He smells of citrus body wash, and musk his skin feels warm and smooth. He walks towards his bedroom with large strides slamming the door shut with a loud bang. He deposits me in the middle of the bed while quickly divesting himself of his pants and dress shirt socks and shoes.

I take a shaky breath and pop myself up on my elbows my taking in the magnificent sight of a half naked Christian. I feel the sting of my teeth biting down on my lower lip and my panties feel damp. He truly is a work of art every inch of him is finely chiseled and sculpted to perfection. His shoulders and chest are broad but not bulky his arms are muscular and strong and his stomach has a perfect six-pack leading right to the delicious V shape and his manhood.

He pulls my heels off and softly bites down on the pad of my big toe the pain is painful and pleasurable at the same time echoing right through to my groin.

I am panting loudly grasping the sheets with my hands. He stares at me and his eyes are scoring like molten embers burrowing in my skull.

'You like that Ana?' he asks huskily.

'Yes please Christian.' He grins salaciously and licks his lips.

'I am going to worship every inch of your stunning body the way a goddess deserves worshiping.'

His breath is hot on my calves and he bends down to trail kisses all the way to my inner thigh.

'Let's get this dress of you. Turn around.' He commands I immediately comply he pulls down the zipper and moves the straps down my shoulder leaving me just in my bra and panties. With one swift tug, the dress in out and he just stands there staring at me.

'You are so gorgeous Ana I can not wait to finally be inside you.'

'Then don't.' I tell him flippantly.

He chuckles.

'Oh no baby, remember I worship you first.'

He crawls over me and his hands lightly skim over my breasts and belly tenderly, reverently.

'You have the most perfect skin Ana, I want to kiss every inch of you claim every single part of you.'

I moan in ecstasy when his hot wet mouth places scorching kisses all over my stomach leaving an arousing tickling sensation in its wake. He moves between the mounts of my breasts and pulls of my bra.

'So very beautiful.' He murmurs he bends down and he takes my nipple in his mouth and gentle bites down.

'Ahw!' I groan out in pleasure the feeling is exquisite and a fresh surge of molten heat flows through me.

He moves down again towards my panties inhaling deeply before lapping his wet scorching hot tongue over me.

'Christian!' I cry out.

'You smell and taste so good Ana. Salty and spicy it is delicious I want more, I need more.'

In one swift motion, he divest me of my panties and puts his mouth on my clit sucking on harshly.

'Oh God Christian please!' I cry out he looks up and gives me a wicked grin his eyes have become completely dark and his facial expression is that of pure carnal hunger.

'Shall I make you come like this?' He teases and licks between my folds again the sensation in phenomenal. He continues licking and swirling between my pussy lips. I am a panting and moaning mess of hedonistic pleasure suddenly he goes further down and pushing his tongue inside of me.

'AAARGH!' I cry out arching my back and bucking against his face begging for more friction I am close so close I just need..,.. need.

'Awwh.' I Cry out again.

'I am gonna take every single thing you give me Ana. Every single part of you belongs to me.' He growls out.

Suddenly he stops takes his boxers off and moves on top of me.

I gasp loudly at the sight of his large heavy erection. He captures my mouth with his and I can taste myself when he plunges his tongue inside me mouth I am squirming with pleasure.

'See how good you taste?' He grunts out breathlessly and all I can do is moan my mind and body crave release.

He releases my mouth and assaults both of my breasts licking and nibbling on my nipples. Then I feel him pushing one of his long fingers inside of me while he keeps his hand palm firmly pressed against my clit. He thrusts his finger in and out of me hard and fast while he continuously sucks on my nipples and softly brushes over my clit with his hand palm. Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified and I know I am close so very close.

'Give it to me Ana.' He grunts out while furiously continues his merciless assault of my senses.

My legs stiffen and my body convulses violently shattering every cell in its wake I am panting, breathless and it feels like I am floating on air. I barely register Christian hovering above me.

'Pull your knees up.' He commands and I comply immediately to exhausted to think about anything else.

Anastasia's eyes are glazed over she is still in orgasmic bliss. I feel heady and powerful knowing that it was me that give her so much pleasure her scent and smell still coat my nose and mouth it is intoxicating. I want her so bad I need to be inside her like I need my next breath. My cock is rigid and precum is dripping from the tip. It is all for her every little drop I will pour inside her. I don't think I have ever been so aroused before.

I am thankful that she is on the pill it will be so much more intense this way. I have dreamed for so long of feeling her tight pussy walls clenching around my cock, skin on skin. Joining with her will make her mine irrevocably. I tell her to pull up her knees opening her wet pussy further for me it will hurt less this way. I align the head of my cock at her entrance while staring into her beautiful dazed blue eyes.

'You ready for this?' I ask and she nods at me.

For a moment, I debate on how to take her. Push slowly inside of her and prolong the agony? Or break her barrier with one swift hard thrust?

I bent down to kiss her warm soft lips and then slam inside her with one fast, hard thrust capturing her cries with my mouth.

I am ecstatic my mouth is slack and my breathing is harsh. Claimed, mine.

FUCK! She is so fucking tight like a vice clamping down my cock. It takes all my willpower not to move immediately inside her.

'I am so sorry angel are you alright?' I ask hoarsely

'Yes.' I say when I see Christian's concerned face above me the burning pain is slowly dissipating and I feel full really full. He doesn't move and kisses my neck and mouth.

'I love you Ana so much.' He grunts out. I have never felt so connected with him as I do now. It is like we are joined together on some cosmic level. I know it is weird but that is just how I feel.

The feeling of him inside of me is overwhelming painful yet pleasurable. He slowly starts to move in and out of me and stills again the feeling is exquisite his eyes are shut and his jaw is clenched. Seeing him in the throws of ecstasy is arousing as hell.

'Is it good for you?' He implores breathlessly.

'Yes.' I pant.

He moves out of me again circles his hips and pushing back inside of me hitting my sweet spot. I groan in pleasure.

'Again?' He asks.

'Yes!' I cry out. And he slams back inside me.

'God Ana you are so tight and wet. You feel so good.' He grunts.

The pain is gone and a new sensation like an itching ache has replaced it. I need him to move harder and faster inside of me.

'Please Christian.' I beg.

'You want more?' He grunts.

'Yes!' I cry out again.

He leans on his elbows and I feel his weight holding me down he starts to move with slow deliberate thrusts hitting the aching spot with every move. He grunts harshly and I am panting. The primal scent of sweat, sex and our own unique fragrances hangs heavy in the air.

His eyes are closed his mouth is slack and his head is rolled back in his neck. The intrusive feeling of him inside of me has been replaced with a feeling of undiluted pleasure and I start meeting him with every slow delicious thrust.

Anastasia is moaning with pleasure and meeting me with every single thrust. Her eyes are rolled to the back of her head and beads of sweat are forming on her forehead. I am euphoric she is enjoying this as much as I do. I want her to come again claim another orgasm from her. I pick up speed thrusting inside her hot wet cunt with a relentless rhythm and she is meeting me head-on with every single thrust. We fit so well together like two puzzle pieces made for each other the connection that I feel with her goes so much deeper than I can even begin to comprehend it is like we are joined together on some elemental level.

I kiss her and push my tongue inside her mouth exploring every inch or her. She is lost in pleasure her eyes are closed and her nails scratch my back nearly making me explode inside her immediately. I really start to move pounding inside her tight wet canal with everything I have. I know she is close her body is quivering and her legs stiffen.

'Come for me, Ana.' I breathe harshly and circle my hips with each new hard thrust inside her.

She cries out consumed with pleasure and I feel her walls clench down on my cock. The sight of her in the throws of passion is enough to push me over the edge and I explode inside of her while her pussy milks me for every drop that I have.

I fall down on her sweaty, panting and breathless and she too is panting heavy. I pull out of her and she winches my seed and her virginal blood are mixed together on my cock and her thigh it is a primal, powerful sight seeing our essences bound together. I roll off her and walk towards my bathroom 'I will be right back angel.' I tell her. I take one of my washcloths and hold it under a stream of warm water.

'Open your legs.' I softly command.

'What are you doing?' she asks still sounding dazed and confused.

I smile at her and kiss her leg before gently cleaning the mess between her thighs.

'Here better now.' I smile and throw the was cloth on the ground after I wiped my cock with it too.

I climb back on the bed and pull her into my arms her back to my front I kiss every inch of her neck and face.

'Anastasia I love you so much you are the center of my universe. I, I don't think I can exist without you.' I feel vulnerable and exposed she is the only person in the world that can obliterate me. I pull her even closer to me not willing to let her go.

'I love you too Christian you are my everything.' She says and turns her head to kiss my lips.

I gently caress her breasts and deepen the kiss before breaking it.

'You were incredible Christian. I wouldn't mind doing it again.' She says teasingly and I smirk and burrow my head in the crook of her neck.

'It was the most gratifying experience in my life and we will be most definitely doing it again, and again and again. ' I tease her back while placing little kisses all over her body. She laughs loudly and kisses me back with equal fervor. I let her go for a moment to pull out two little boxes hiding in my nightstand.

'Anastasia the gift that you have given me is the single most precious thing I have ever been given and I am sorry that I could not give you my virginity. But I can and will give you something else. I promise you that I will always be faithful to you, that you will always come first no matter where I am and whom I am with. I promise that I will always love, honor and protect you for forever and a day.' I tell her solemnly and hand her the box.

She gasps at me loudly and looks a little panicky her eyes are wide and her pupils are dilated. Suddenly it hits me.

'No, no it is not what you think.' She exhales and relaxes again and I can help feel a little hurt. I do want to marry her someday in the not so distant future.

'Open it.' I encourage her.

'Wow, Christian it is beautiful.' She says softly while taking out the platinum and diamond ring from the box. The diamond is specially cut by my specifications to resemble a drop or half heart and just like our necklaces it has a twin.

'Thank you, Christian, it is a beautiful gift.' She says and kisses me.

'It is a promise ring my pledge to you. I have one too a twin to yours if you put the rings together they will form a whole heart' I say smiling and produce mine from my box.

'This way everyone will know that you and I are taken. Even when I am not with you to swat the countless suitors bothering you away.'

'You are overreacting Christian I don't have countless suitors. Besides the only person, I want to be bothered with is you.'

'And bother you I shall.' I say playfully and start tickling her she explodes in a fit of giggles and begs me to stop after a few minutes.

I stop and she rests her head on my chest.

'Christian on what hand and finger am I suppose to wear this?'

'Your right or left ring finger either is fine.'

'What finger are you wearing yours?' she inquires.

'My left ring finger.' I say and slide my ring on.

'Then I shall do the same.' She says. We lie like that in each others arms for minutes, hours I don't know all we can hear see and smell is each other and I wouldn't want it any other way. A wave of gratefulness crashes through me and I thank who ever or what ever gave me Ana and made her love me.

'Anastasia.' I say softly

'Yes Christian?'

'Thank you for loving me.'