A/N: This one is a little shorter, but I needed it to be like that. You'll understand when you read the next one. Back to the start, and I think that calls for a celebration! Guess how Ana and Christian celebrate? ;) enjoy! X Milou.

PART III

Chapter 53: 255

I'm tired, but the warm air I felt on my face the moment we stepped out of the airport, gave me an energy boost and took me back ten years ago. I instantly remembered every little thing about that vacation. I don't know why, but the smell and the warm weather just brought me back there. Back with Christian, this time.

After a long flight and waiting quite long for our luggage, we are now finally in the cab that will take us to the hotel Christian has booked for us. He hasn't told me which hotel it is, but I think he booked a room at the same resort. If he did, I'm sure every memory I have will be even more alive.

"You have an awfully big smile on your face, baby. Can I ask why?''

I look to my right and I'm met with Christian, who's smile is just as big. We look like two idiots I'm sure, both grinning while we just had a very long, tiring flight.

"I'm just thinking about where we are going," I smile as I feel my cheeks redden. I hope we really are going to the same resort, else Christin might think I don't like whatever else he has booked. By the chuckle that he lets out though, I think I am right.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he clicks his tongue while he grabs my hand, "was it that obvious?"

I squeeze his hand one time and he immediately squeezes back. It makes me smile. "A little. But I hoped we would go to the same resort, so I'm very happy."

"Good," he smirks, "I thought it was fitting as well. I've spent the best vacation of my life there after all."

I lean over to give him a kiss, which he eagerly replies by grabbing my face in his hands. His sweet yet starved kisses really do it for me. I feel sweaty all over and it had nothing to do with the nice temperature outside.

"Olympic Champion Resort and Beach club," the taxi driver says after a few minutes, successfully putting a halt to our kiss.

"Yeah, thanks," Christian says as he pays the driver, "you can keep the rest."

The driver thanks us before he gets out and opens my door. Then he walks to the back of the car where he takes out our suitcases. The moment I step out of the car, I'm met with the same hotel I left behind ten years ago. Aside from a few plants and flowers and new letters on the hotel that spell the name, nothing has changed. I can still see Christian standing in front of the doors while I drive away to the airport. The thought gives me that familiar feeling in my throat. I felt horrible that day.

I feel two arms wrap around my waist at the same time I feel a kiss in my neck. "This time we'll leave together."

I nod my head and grab his hands that are meeting on my belly. "I know. I just saw the image of me driving away from you. It overwhelmed me for a second."

"It's okay, you'll probably going to have that a lot more during this vacation. I'm here, baby," he says before he gives me one more kiss on my cheek. Then he grabs our suitcases. "Let's check in. If we're fast, we can still take dive in the pool before dinner."

I follow him into the hotel and see that the lobby did change. The furniture is different, as well as the color of the walls and reception. As I wait with the suitcases, Christian goes to the reception to get us the key.

I take a moment to text Jose, Mandy, and my parents to let them know we've arrived safely. I called my mom before we left to tell her where we were going. She sounded genuinely happy for us that we went back and she thought it was a good idea to take some time off. We also talked a little about everything that happened, and I've told her that I would see them soon after we come back. I get why dad took the money, and even though it was wrong of him not to tell me about any of it, going to the care hotel really did help me get better.

José and Mandy were also happy that Christian and I were taking some alone time, and as good friends do, they helped me pack my suitcase. As a result, I'm not sure about fifty percent of the clothes they threw in there but it is the thought that counts, I guess.

Just as I'm finished with texting Mandy, Christian walks back with the key. He has a huge grin on his face and his eyes are twinkling. It is contagious and before I know it, I'm grinning as well even though I have no idea why.

"This is insane," he says the moment I can hear him.

"What?"

"Guess," he holds up the key he got as if that makes everything clear, but I still can't figure it out.

"They upgraded our room?" I try.

He shakes his head, "try again."

"We have the key to the restaurant so we can eat before it opens?" That one was a joke because I honestly don't know what it can be if they didn't upgrade us.

He shakes his head and chuckles, "no, baby. They gave me the key to room 255. Room 255 is the exact room I had when I met you ten years ago. It is THE room."

My eyes widen the moment I realize what that means. It's the room where everything happened. This is freaky.

"Must be meant to be then, right?" Christian's wink makes me giggle. I'm sure he is thinking about what happened in that room as well.

"Come on," he grabs the suitcases and walks to the elevators, "let's see if it's the same bed."

My cheeks turn red instantly even though I'm not even shocked by what he says. It was an easy one and I knew he was going to make a remark that referred to what we did that night.

We let the elevator take us to the second floor and when we step out and walk to room 255, I feel a weird kind of nerves taking over my body. I never thought that I would be here again, let alone with Christian. All the feelings that I felt when I walked out of that hotel room the day before I left, and everything I'm feeling now that I have Christian back again, they mix and it is overwhelming.

"Ready?" Christian asks when he is standing in front of the door, the key already in its lock. He is feeling a bit overwhelmed too, I can tell by the way he looks at me.

"Ready," I nod.

He opens the door and walks in immediately, me on his heels, both eager to see how it looks.

"Wow, it's like I've traveled back in time," I hear him mutter next to me, exactly saying what I am thinking.

It looks the same. Completely the same except for the furniture. Those are a little bit lighter but other than that, it looks completely the same. The bed stands on the same spot, as well as the cabinet. The curtains are open, showing the view on the sea and on the balcony stand two lounge chairs.

"The bathroom did change," Christian smirks as he walks out of the small room to the right. I didn't even notice him walking into it in the first place.

I smile and sit on the bed, taking everything in. This room has been on my mind so many times. When I thought about Christian, I thought about what happened in this room and now I'm here again. Not only in the same hotel, but in exactly the same room.

Christian sits on his knees in front of me so he can make eye contact with me. He looks at me intently for a few seconds, trying to read me. Then he frowns, "Are you happy?"

Silly man.

"I am. So happy," I smile, feeling my eyes tear up the moment I say it. I am happy. Truly happy and completely at ease.

A big smile breaks through his frowning expression. "Me too," he whispers before he crashes his lips on mine.

As we kiss, he climbs on top of me, his legs on either side of my hips as I lay down. His lips are getting more dominant with the second, his tongue is taking over the tempo and occasionally his teeth pull my lip, making me shiver. I know where this is going and the thought of doing it here is almost too much.

"I thought you wanted to go swimming?" I mumble against his mouth, my hands gripping his shirt in the meantime to make sure he doesn't move away from me.

I feel him push his hips down on me so I can feel him harden while his hands tangle in my hair to massage my scalp. His lips are still touching mine, nipping and sucking.

"I'm good right here, with you," his breath tickles my wet lips as he speaks, "you?"

His eyes find mine, his pupils wide, his eyes begging me to stay here with him. I can't believe he has to ask me. My body must tell him what I want, I know it does.

"I'm good here too," I whisper before sliding my tongue back into his mouth.

Christian responds with enthusiasm and soon we are sharing the most chaotic kiss we've ever had. Our tongues are all over the place while our hands are trying to come into contact with skin. If I would see it as an outsider, I would probably think it would be crazy. It doesn't make any sense, but it feels so good.

I try to pull off his shirt but since Christian refuses to stop kissing me for just a second, I can't slide the shirt over his head. I did manage to get him to move his arms out of the sleeves, so I can let my hands roam his chest, back, and arms.

"I love your body," I say the moment his lips leave mine. I feel my cheeks heat up as I feel his tongue move over my chin and onto my neck where it's working in circles over my pulse point.

Since he is still sitting on my hips, I'm unable to move and undress him further. Or undress me for that matter. And since I'm really hot, it starts to get necessary for me to remove some clothes as well.

"Christian," I moan to get his attention away from my neck. I'm sure my neck will be completely red after his assault, I can feel it burn already. His teeth go from left to right before he soothes with his lips and tongue, groaning when I pull his hair to make him stop.

"Fuck, I want to eat you. Set my teeth into you and mark you as mine," he growls when I've finally pulled him away from my neck.

"I can feel that," I giggle, way past the point of being shocked by what he actually tells me, "but please get me out off my clothes first, I'm way too hot."

I'm surprised by how easy the words leave my mouth. If I wasn't this turned on, I would've never said it but right now I can only think of my skin against his.

"What ten years can do. You suddenly dare to say a lot more," he chuckles before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his muscled, hard chest. My hands move instantly to his skin again, tracing the rose tattoo. I really love that tattoo. God, he is so huge and hard, and all mine.

What ten years can do indeed.

"Want me to get you out of your clothes or do you want to keep staring?"

"Both." I am officially out of control. Not even a little bit shy anymore. "I want it all."

"That's my girl," he grins and then surprises me by jumping off of me and standing at my feet. Next thing I know, he grabs my ankles and yanks me to him, making me yelp and then giggle in the process.

His hands move to my jeans right after, opening it and pulling it down along with my panties. He wastes no time in pulling me up and dragging my shirt off so he can reach my bra which hits the floor right after my shirt. It's all happening in just seconds and it makes me dizzy and out of breath.

"Keep up with me, baby," he smirks while he reaches into his left jeans pocket to get out some condoms which he throws on the bed next to me. After that, he grabs my chin and looks at me expectantly, "stop staring and help me with my jeans."

My hands are shaking with anticipation as I open his jeans and pull down the zipper. I can feel his member fighting to get out and the moment I pull down his jeans, Christian lets out a relieved sigh.

I can see the outline of him, waiting for me to touch him and I move forward to kiss the little trail of hair that disappears into his boxers.

His hands find my hair, his fingers going over my scalp as I move my kisses down to the band of his underwear before slowly pulling it down so I can continue my kisses south.

His knees buckle when I almost reach him, his breathing shallow and his grip on my hair tight. "Ana, I can't handle that right now," he mumbles through gritted teeth. I'm happy to see that he feels the same as me.

I nod my head to let him know I understand, to let him know I agree. Then I kiss the tip of him just once before I reach over and grab a condom from the bed. His dark grey eyes are watching me intently, full of desire and burning with love.

"I never thought someone would look at me like that," I whisper, my voice suddenly full of emotion.

A sweet smile forms his lips as he grabs the condom from me, sensing that I am again overwhelmed. "I've looked at you like this from the start," he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine as he rolls the condom on, "and I will look at you like this for the rest my life."

"Promise?"

He nods his head and moves me up the bed so he can shield me with his body. I feel him at my entrance and when he slowly slides into me, his lips touch my ear to whisper, "forever, I promise."

The intensity of everything is causing tears to fall down my cheeks. I feel so cherished and loved, just like ten years ago only much more intense.

"I love you, Ana. So much," he whispers before pressing his mouth onto my neck while he slowly moves in and out of me. "So. Fucking. Much."

I don't respond. I can't. I can only feel. I only want to feel right now. The way he moves inside me, the way his hands move lovingly over my body and the way his mouth pleasures my neck, it's all I want to feel.

Where we started this session desperate and even a little rough, gentleness has taken over now. Our hands caress each other while we leave kisses on each other's skin. I'm surprised that even after this short amount of time, I seem to know exactly what Christian likes. I just know what to do to get that sexy moan or groan out of him and suddenly all I think about is hearing those things a lot.

It doesn't take long for me to feel that familiar tingle and right after that, my legs start to stiffen. My back arches while my arms grab his hair to make sure he doesn't stop his assault on my neck. I want him all over me, I need him to be all over me. I need to feel that this is real.

"You're so sexy like this. I love it when you pull my hair and squeeze me tight. Come on, baby, harder. Do it harder."

His words send me over the edge and I oblige his request at the same time. As a response, he throws his head back and lets out a moan that sounds so sexy it sends me into an even deeper and intenser orgasm.

I don't register him coming. I only feel him fall on top of me while his breathing is cold and fast on my skin and him pulsing inside of me. His hands start to stroke my scalp again, and I let mine go up and down his back.

Zen and in tune with each other.

I never want to leave this bed. I feel completely content and utterly in love here in Italy where it all started. Back in room 255.