The soft and subtle notes spill into my mind. I can hear it growing louder as my eyes slow open. I'm staring up at the ceiling laying in Christian's huge bed. The soft silk sheet is draped over me. I reach my arm out turning for Christian only to find him missing again. I wonder where he has gotten to this time when I hear the soft key notes of the piano. I allow myself a moment to wake up before silently climbing out of bed, holding the sheets around me. My feet making soft padding noises on the floor that are swallowed by music from the piano. The bedroom door is slightly ajar and I slip through into the corridor and walk slowly to not trip over the blanket. I stop at the corner seeing him.
He is silhouetted from the moonlight pouring in due to the glass-walled window. The moonlighting his features as his chest is exposed. The music is so haunting and yet beautiful. I feel drawn towards him as I quietly step not wanting to disturb him. I move down the stairs and I come to a stop. His eyes are closed and his head is nodding up and down to the music. His face shows years of pain and anguish. His fingers seem to float over the keys as he plays like a master pianist. There is no sheet music in front of him. He knows this piece well and it's flawless. I want to reach out and cradle his head. To hold him tight and tell him it will all be alright. He seems vulnerable, weak and lonely. I wonder what he is thinking about?
My mind empties and allows the music to pour into it. As the notes raise I see a tear roll down from his eye. It catches the light of the moon showing it perfectly to me. This is a very different side to Christian, a side I have yet to learn. The music compels me forward toward him. I remain quiet making it right up to the piano and lean against it taking in his features close up now. I'm inches from his face and yet he seems lost in his own world. The song is moving into it's final key changes and he finishes it. He rests his hands on the keys his eyes still closed.
I reach out and slide my finger over his cheek collecting his single tear. His eyes open gazing into mine as I pull my finger back with his captured tear and place it to my lips. I kiss the tear from my finger my gaze never leaving his. The pain in his eyes is so strong, I want to take it away from him. I reach out for him as he turns in the seat to me. I let the blanket fall away from my nude body. He has shown me his bare naked soul through that piece of music. My hands find his head as he pulls me onto his lap. It's only as my bare skin touches his thighs I realize he is as naked as me.
I pull his hair back so I can look into his eyes. His head tilting to give me access. For once he seems completely helpless and powerless to me. His controlling confidence gone replaced with a need for me to be with him. His hands grip my back like he never wants to let me go. I move my head down and takes his lips into my mouth. He surrenders to me as I claim his mouth. I would feel powerful and strong if it was not for the fact I just want to make him happy. My hands pulling and dragging his hair as my lips rain kisses on his.
I slip my hand between us feeling his passion for me. I take hold of him and push him inside of me. As he sinks inside his mouth opens in a mercy gasp. I push down on him and slip my tongue into his mouth. Slowly moving my hips back and forth as with each movement I see the pain disappearing in his eyes. He gazes up at me and I nod at him. Our silent message to one another. He shuts his eyes tight and I'm in control.
My arms grip his back as I cradle his head to my breasts. My hips increasing the tempo just like the piece of music he was playing. Our bodies in harmony with one another. As our passion builds, his hands tighten their grip on my back as I want to become one with him. He pulls his head away from my breast and gazes into my eyes wanting my permission. I smile down at him as I see his face perfectly clear as his passion releases and a moment later so does my own. As we both feel our bodies come down there is no need for words. No need for anything just us, as we hug each other tightly in the moonlit penthouse.
I awaken feeling alive, good and above all else happy. My eyes gaze upon the face of Christian laying next to me still asleep in bed. His face is flawless and so peaceful. There is no playfulness or anger or sadness just his perfect content sleeping face. The blanket is covering from his abs down and my eyes rest on the scars across his chest. They look painful and with so many covering most of his chest. I reach out and trace my finger along one. The movement makes him turn and lay on his back. The bed sheet now just covering his lower half. I move closer and lean up on my elbow. I wonder if his pain last night was due to memories of those scars?
I reach down and stroke each scar. There are two large ones across his upper chest with another six smaller scars around them. His stomach shows another three scars that cover the centre of his abs. Eleven scars in total on the front of his body. Who would do something like this to someone? I want to take the memory of those scars away as I lean in and kiss the largest one on his chest. Christian smiles in his sleep and turns over. Lying face down on the mattress now I can see his back.
I must have wore him out last night for him to not wake up. I feel proud of myself as my inner angel barely acknowledges me too busy reading her book. My inner devil, however, is strutting around like a catwalk model pleased with herself. I gaze over at the scars on his back as I count them. There are thirteen more covering his back. I need to find out more about them. My beautiful man has had such an awful past. I lean over and place a single kiss at the back of his shoulders blades and jump out of bed. I open his wardrobe and grab one of his shirts, slipping it on.
After I left him it the bedroom sleeping, I set about making him some breakfast. I had made my way over to the kitchen. It took me a while to work out where he keeps everything and at one point I actually felt a little noisy searching through his drawers for a spatula to flip the eggs over. Breakfast did take me a little longer than it should as I was new to his kitchen and yet he still hadn't woke. It was only when I returned to his bedroom with a breakfast tray in my hands did my inner devil start dancing round as he still sleeping. Am I really that good at sex? My inner devil seems to agree with me as she dances, nodding her head as she goes.
Christian finally awoke when I kissed his lips and called out his name. He had already rolled onto his back again when he opened his eyes. "Good morning beautiful." He says dreamily.
"Good morning, yourself handsome. I made breakfast." He looks slightly surprised and sits up staring at the tray of food I made.
"What time is it?" He asks.
"Just after nine," I say remembering the time on his state of the art oven. He looks shocked.
"I slept in past my alarm. I never do that." He looks puzzled. He takes a drink of fresh orange.
"I guess I wore you out earlier this morning." As I say it I blush softly. He smiles back at me.
"That was amazing." He replies, his eyes sparkling at me.
"What were you playing?" I ask, thinking back to how beautiful it was.
"Beethoven's Moonlight sonata. It's my favourite." He explains.
"Moonlight sonata. It seems fitting for last night. It's my favourite now too." He looks up at me and takes a piece of bacon biting into it.
"Oh and why is that?" He says.
"Because it's yours. Can I ask why was it so painful for you?" I say.
"That song makes me think of everything I have lost in my life." He mutters softly.
I can see the pain is creeping back into his features and I drop the subject. I so badly want to ask more, but I hate seeing the pain on his face. Maybe one day he will open up to me. I grab a piece of toast and bite into it. It tastes warm, I have a little jam on my lip. My mouth is suddenly taken by Christian's lips. I feel his tongue run over my lip collecting the last of the jam. As he pulls back he takes my hand and bites the toast. His gaze is smoldering. I'm confused he seemed in pain and now he is his hot, sexy smoldering self again. My body, however, is far from confused as I'm drawn into another kiss with him. I can taste the bacon on his lips. As we break from our kiss I smile at him.
"So do you have any plans today?" Hoping for a bed day, well less of a bed day and more of the passion of early this morning day.
"I'm going shopping with my sister at ten." He says sourly. I believe he had the same thoughts on his mind that I did.
"I'm free this evening, though. Let's eat and then I'll take you home." I smile at the thought of seeing him tonight. I'm really falling for him I think as I drink my tea.
(So this begins one of my all time favourite chapters. The two chapters that follow created one of the most enjoyable times of my writing thus far. So I truly hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I have received my first rejection from my book and feel I will receive a lot more. Which has put me on a little bit of a downer. But trying to not let it bother me. So getting to give you this chapter has really helped.
I would just like to say a big thank you to you all for reading my story and enjoying it as much as you have. Creating a magical Christian has not been done before and I feel a lot of people won't even consider him unless he is a rich CEO of a company so to allow him to have a completely different job and life and still have you enjoy it means a great deal.
A long time ago a certain E L James changed a certain vampire by the name of Edward who became a Rich CEO with a taste for BDSM and 50 shades was created. So I do feel there is hope for me yet.
Please do leave your reviews and feel free to PM me with your thoughts and ideas. I am writing part 3 so I do have plenty more to give you wonderful readers. Do follow and favourite and hell even tell your friends about the handsome and mysterious magician known as Christian Grey. Thank you.)