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Chapter Thirty Seven.

Heat.

Ana.
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Sometime later, lost in a sea of delicious heat, I feel my body ripple. Nibbling on the back of my neck seeps into my sleepy consciousness causing my body to squirm. The dream I'm lost in seems to be turning into a wonderful reality because I'm sure I can feel warm, strong arms circling my waist. A masculine body elongates with mine and everywhere it touches makes my flesh feel like it's being scorched by the heat from it.

Then it dawns on me.

Christian.

I push back against him, moaning softly as my body bows into the shape of him. Which thankfully, only seems to encourage him further. My eyes flutter open as his hand slowly slides across my stomach and grips my hip. It's still dark out, but the early light is trying hard to encroach on the room and take over. My eyes close and I squeeze them tightly, determined to keep this new day at bay and linger for a little bit longer in this amazing living dream. I arch back into him more firmly causing his knees rise, bringing us both into a tight foetal position.

With him spooning me so tightly, it ignites every part of me and I don't hesitate to lift my arm above my head and push my fingers into his unruly hair. My T-shirt rises with my movements and Christian's hand soon follows. I tug on his hair as his hand roams free under the soft cotton and his chest vibrates against my back in response.

Another low, unhindered moan leaves my lips as the need for him to touch me escalates further. A tingling, followed by a warm shudder of desire runs through my body when Christian's lips become more forceful on my neck.

I'm unsure if Christian is fully awake, I know I'm not, and I love this sleepy, enticing, horny feeling that's rising between us. I can feel his hard erection, growing against the back of my thigh and the heat from him, even through a layer of clothing, is immense. I need to see him. I need to feel him too.

Shifting forward, in order to put some space between us, I then roll backwards so I'm laying on my back. I open my eyes and hum in appreciation at the sight of Christian. His eyes are dark, only half open and they make his face appear lust filled and euphoric. I don't move as he rolls forward, licks his lips and begins to nuzzle the front of my throat. He murmurs my name as I settle under him and when the nips on my throat become more open mouthed, suckling kisses, my body dissolves into the mattress.

He covers me, his thigh, slipping between mine, and I so wish he wasn't wearing his sleep pants right now. I hold myself still as his firm fingers drift from my hip up my side. He stops, moaning against my hot skin when his hand reaches and cups my breast. My breathing stills at the feel of my nipple, elongating under his palm. His thumb, begins moving slowly back and forth over the peak and my insides rhythmically throb as I begin to mewl with pleasure.

I slip my arms around him. One hand, entwining in the soft locks of his hair, the other, resting on his lower back. I pull him into me while lifting my hips to meet his. The moan that leaves him is deep and heady and when his actions become more heated, I grip him more tightly, holding him close, because I so want this to happen right now.

Even if he is...still half asleep.

He hums, deep in his chest as he nibbles along my jaw to reach my lips. Once he does, mine open on contact and there's no preamble, no hesitation between us. Our tongues effortlessly begin to twist and writhe with each others, and as strange as it sounds, it feels like we've been doing this for forever. It feels so good and seems so effortless.

I moan into his mouth at the taste and natural feel of him, which causes the hand fondling my breast to squeeze my flesh more firmly. His hips, begin to grind against me with more weight and purpose and it feels amazing. Things are escalating quickly and becoming more passionate by the second and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. I follow my instincts and sweep my unpinned leg over his hip. My foot, hooks his body, pulling him flush against me, and I can't help but lose myself in the feel of the man above me. I roll unhindered with every new feeling and growing urge.

Suddenly, things change.

More precisely, our kiss changes.

Christian's lips, slow, set, then lift from mine. I hear a curse leave his throat before he shudders in my arms and stops his delicious grinding against me.

No...

Oh fuck...

He's waking up.

I blatantly groan, fuelled with disappointment as my eyes reluctantly open and I begin to watch him closely. I'm wary of his reaction, but hoping for the best. Christian's eyes spring open and immediately meet mine. As the furrows deepen and take over his brow, I can feel the rigidity setting into him. As soon as his waking consciousness fully takes over and he realises what we're doing, his body shifts and his hands attempt to leave my skin. I tighten my hold on him, even using both my feet to lock him in place, because I really don't want him to move.

"Please, don't stop." I implore softly. My fingers, twisting and tightening in his hair.

"Ana..." Christian moans, his body, still lulling over mine.

"Please, Christian...keep touching me." I urge. My voice, sounding desperate and needy. I'll admit, I'm fully prepared to beg right now.

Wrapped around him, I push against him, trying to encourage him to keep moving but he remains determinedly static. I pull out the big guns, more than willing to play dirty, and when I hear his deep growl of pleasure because my fingers have ran from his hair, over his scarred shoulders and down his back, I know he still wants this.

"Ana...stop...please." Christian begs, but his head lowers and his lips begin to nuzzle into my neck as he does. I trail my fingers up and down his spine, knowing, his resolve is slipping.

"I can't, Christian. I need you." I tell him honestly, and that's all it takes for him to fall back into what we're doing.

Without anymore protest or hesitation from him, his lips leave my neck and return to mine. They mould and tease, and drive me crazy, but when he slowly runs his tongue under the inside of my top lip, I know I'm truly a gonna. I melt in response to the sensation. It's such a small action but the pleasure it induces is overwhelming, and I want more.

His hand, the one caressing my breast, moves more gently now that he's fully conscious and I'm so lost in his caressing that it takes a second for it to register when his fingers stop moving. Once I notice, I notice more. His entire body has suddenly stilled. Only his thumb, the one laying above my breast is daring to move. I open my eyes and pull back from him as his lips lose their passion and momentum.

Knowing what he's touching, I look up at him, hoping that this won't ruin our moment. Christian's eyes are dark, needy, mine, but then they widen, flood with regret and lower to his hand under my shirt. With a heavy despondent sigh, he bows his head and rests his brow against mine. He suddenly seems so overcome and distant, but I know I haven't lost him completely because I can still feel the soft pad of his thumb brushing, and lingering, over the indentation on my skin.

The indentation, that's only an inch above my heart.

Christian suddenly lifts himself up and rests on his elbow to look at me. I feel no shame or embarrassment as his eyes run up and down my body. When our eyes lock, I run my hand from his hair to his shoulder. Silently, my fingers mirror his and brush the mars on his flesh. I keep my movements small like his and sigh softly, satisfied, when his eyes roll closed and his chest rumbles deeply.

"More." I hear his heartfelt plea as his whole body shakes and covers mine.

Christian's breathing quickly becomes erratic as my hands begin to trawl up and down the contours of his back. My fingers fan out and gently run along the rounded grooves of his skin. I let my hands rest on the waist band of his sleep pants when he begins to murmur my name and shudders in my arms.

Abruptly, his eyes spring open and they're imploring and desperate as they burn into mine. He looks so torn, so undecided, and I'm suddenly engulfed by the pain I can see in them. I hold his stare as the emotions running through him are displayed on his face. I remain silent, hoping that he just needs time to get used to me being so close and touching him so freely, and that he's not having second thoughts about this. I see his eyes and features soften as a small smile creeps over his lips and I know he's still with me. Not that I had any real doubts, because throughout the past few silent minutes, his thumb has still been moving.

"Wha..."

"May I.."

We both utter at the same time.

"I need to see it." Christian whispers urgently, before removing his hand from my chest and taking hold of the edge of my T-shirt.

He begins to tug at my top, looking at me, seeking permission. I manage to nod my consent because I'm far too nervous to actually speak.

He wants to remove my shirt.

He's bare chested. I'll be bare chested. I'll be left only in my underwear and I've never been this close to a man before. My body buzzes with anticipation because I want this, but I can't stop my eyes from widening, nor my chest from involuntarily heaving. Christian reads my body and smiles down at me with understanding and it's all I need to find the confidence to lift myself up from the bed. Christian doesn't hesitate and swiftly pulls the T-shirt over my head.

As soon as I lay back down, his hand is upon me. He places his palm on my quivering stomach and once I gather the nerve to look at him, his hand begins to move. My body shudders as his fingers run slowly up my torso, through the swell of my breasts and come to rest on my heaving chest.

He holds my eye and once he feels my body calm, his fingers start to trace over my remnant from that night. His eyes leave mine so they can watch what he's doing. He's silent, appears sullen, as his index finger traces back and forth, over and over and over.

"This is so close to... You could have so easily been killed... You were so lucky... I'm so sorry." he breathes every few second, before lowering his head and kissing my scar.

His lips press firmly against my hot skin, and I wonder if he can feel how my heart is pounding. I moan, unguarded, as his lips begin to move across my chest and his hips fall back against me. Before I know it, my arms have swept around his head and I'm clinging to him tightly.

Christian chuckles against my skin, before mumbling something about having the need to breath. I loosen my hold on him, begrudgingly, then hum with pleasure when he doesn't pull away and starts running kisses up my arching throat. Once he reaches my lips, his kiss becomes more firm, more heated, more possessive.

"Ana, you mentioned how you've never gotten close to anybody...no boyfriend or...does that mean you've never..." he pants out against my lips. I flinch in his arms. I know this could go either way.

"No...but.." I reply around his lips, trying to keep our kiss going.

Christian pulls back and I can feel his hesitation, see his growing doubts. "Christian, please don't pull away from me. I want it to be you. I've never wanted anything so much." I tell him truthfully.

He rises above me and looks at me fully, and I'm dreading what he'll say next.

"Ana, I care for you, I truly do, but we hardly know each other. Your first time should be..."

Even though what Christian is about to say is a fair and valid point, I don't think I'm the only one to feel this spark, this draw, this need that we share.

"Christian." I interrupt him. "I feel like I've known you for forever, you've been a part of me for years. Tell me you don't feel this, this connection we have and..."

"I do," he says quickly, before placing a swift kiss on my lips. "But..."

"No buts Christian, please. I want this. I want this with you." I tell him firmly.

He staring down at me silently, and I can almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he ponders my words. He wants me, I know he does. So why is he so hesitant? Is my virginity so off putting? I can see his worry, his doubt and wariness, but I can also feel his want and growing lust for me. I'll cling to that, use it to my advantage, because I'm adamant, I'll not be leaving this bed a virgin.

Knowing how much he likes it, I run my hands gently over his shoulders. My body is alive, expectant, needy, so I'm using all I have. I arch my body upwards, mewling with content, when Christian groans deeply because my chest has met his. He's solid and strong above me, his arms locked and straight, but I cling to his rigid form, nuzzling against him.

"Please Christian, I need you. I've never felt like this before." I whisper against his throat. I feel his Adams apple bob against my lips as he swallows deeply and I don't hesitate to run my tongue over it.

"Anastasia." Christian growls, as his arms buckle and he's once again flush with me.

His lips claim mine dominantly and I can't help but moan into his mouth when his tongue invades mine. It's as if a switch has been thrown within him and I know once again he's all mine. His body becomes weighty over mine and he's suddenly all over me, all around me, and I don't know which sensation to revel in first.

His slow moving hips are causing a wonderful amount of friction and my legs tighten around him. His hand on my chest is roaming and teasing expertly and my body rolls with his movements. His hand in my hair is gripping the strands just tight enough to cause my scalp to tingle and send shivers down my spine, and I can't help but gasp. His lips, oh his amazing lips are tormenting my skin and I can't think straight.

"Slowly...slowly." I utter breathlessly, somewhat incoherently. I feel Christian's soft chuckle against my neck as his hands cease.

"Sorry, it just feels so good being this close to you. More so than I imagined." he says, before his assault on me begins again.

To give him more room to move, both my legs unravel from around him as our passion grows. Both his hands make their way into my hair and he holds me firmly in place as he kisses me. I run both my hands up his back and take hold of his shoulders as he continues to grind himself against me.

"Oh, God." I breathe against his lips. Throbbing internally, at the feel of his erection pushing against me. "You, are wearing far too many clothes." I pant against his mouth.

I boldly shift my leg, tucking my toe into the back of his loose fitting pants and attempt to push them off of him. Christian chuckles when I only get so far, but quickly rises up onto his knees to help me. I don't have time to react to the sight of a very impressive, naked Christian, because his eyes are all over me and it grabs my attention quickly. The sight of him trawling my body with his burning eyes has me squirming and my knees twitching to close. Christian, takes delight in knowing that he's effecting me and his eyes brighten as he smiles the most loving smile I've ever seen. My heart melts, knowing it's only for me.

"Are you sure?" he asks me suddenly, resting back on his heels further and looking at me purposefully.

The longer he looks down at me with his burning eyes, the more I want to just throw myself into his arms. I lick my lips, tightly gripping the sheets underneath me to keep me horizontal, and nod a slow, deliberate, yes. He smiles his wonderful, only for me smile and I return it when his body shudders in front of me.

Without taking his eyes away from mine, he drops his hands to his sides and takes hold of both my ankles. Simultaneously, he lifts them and brings my legs together in front of him, bending my knees so they are nearly touching my chest. He looms over me, kissing me with passion and purpose, before kneeling again and perusing my body from the advantage point he has.

His eyes are hot and hungry as they scour my body. I feel so exposed in this position. His eyes are on my ass and everything else that's on display to him but a delightful shiver runs through me at the thought of what's about to happen. It's so new, so thrilling, so erotic and I so want this with him.

Christian, takes hold of my underwear at my hips and rocks me backward until I'm almost resting on my shoulders. He effortlessly removes the only thing covering me, before tossing them over his shoulder like he doesn't have a care in the world. I can't help but giggle at his playfulness and eagerness, which causes him to smirk playfully in response. I feel like his eyes are burning into every part of me but his eyes don't leave mine for an instant.

My legs are still bent in front of him and he quickly takes hold of both my ankles in one of his large hands, and lifts them up. His eyes leave mine and run down my legs and the fire I see in them has my insides churning. I involuntarily moan as I feel a solitary finger trail down my thigh and over my exposed skin. The feeling of finally being touched so intimately is immense and floods me with desire.

"Christ, you're soaked...So responsive and ready." he praises as his fingers begin to explore.

My groans grow louder with his appraisal, and I blatantly begin to pant as he pulls my knees apart and leans forward.

"Christian..." I moan in protest or encouragement, I'm not quite sure.

"Shush, baby. Let me take care of you." he coos against my inner thigh, and what's a girl to do?

I melt into the mattress and lose myself in his teasing and tormenting of my body. With his expert tongue and very flexible fingers, it doesn't take long for me to reach the point where I'm filling the room with incoherent expletives and garbled forms of his name.

"You're so beautiful, do you know that?" I hear Christian murmuring close to my ear. Unaware, of how or when he made his way back up my body.

I give a mumbled murmur in response, refusing to pull myself away from the euphoria he's created within my mind and immobility over my body. I find the strength to wrap my arms around him and I cling to the feel of him, the smell of him, all of him as he continues to arouse me further.

His warm lips, nibble and suckle on my neck and earlobe, and my body is so ready for him. Christian must feel the same because he suddenly shifts his hips and his weight is back upon me. I hold still as I feel the tip of him run up and down my body, lubricating him as he prepares to enter me. I wrap my jelly legs around him in encouragement, moaning expectantly as he shifts the tip of himself inside of me.

"This may hurt, Ana. I'm...I'm sorry." Christian breathes against my neck as he begins to push himself forward.

"It's fine...It's fine..." I breathe out. "I've a toy or two at home...so I'm sure it'll be..." I freeze, when I realise what I'm admitting to without thinking, then cringe, when Christian pulls away from me in order to look at me.

"Fuck, why is that so hot?" he says with a soft growl, before kissing me possessively and pushing himself into me with one fluid motion.

A deep guttural, pleasure filled moan leaves me, or him, I'm not quite sure, but I do know, that no teasing myself with a toy over the years could compare to the man who is now inside of me. The man who is now mine.

Christian moans against my lips, it's a sound that's fuelled with pleasure and suddenly he begins to move. After the initial stretch of full penetration, it feels so good now that there's a rhythm, friction and every increasing stimulation.

Suddenly, Christian pulls his lips away from mine. I want to protest and reclaim them but before I can they're on my chest and he's kissing my scar. His hand leaves my hair and lowers between us. His incredible talented fingers slide down my torso and begin to tease my body. He coos and utters terms of endearment, then switches to cursing out encouragement. It doesn't take long for it all to become too much and my body falls and yields to him and his expertise.

A few minutes later we're both hot, sweaty, and if he feels anything like I do, then fully sated. We're laying side by side on his large, comfy bed and I don't have the energy to move a muscle.

"God, that was...you're amazing, do you know that?" Christian gushes as he roll onto his side to face me.

I want to mirror his movements and question him about how amazing and what happens now, but "Yeah..." is all I can manage.

Christian chuckles to himself as he pulls me tightly into his chest. I roll into his arms as they secure around me and I hum with pleasure as he lays himself back down, taking me with him.

"I thought it was a dream." I begin to mumble, fatigue and sleepiness suddenly engulfing me and clouding my brain.

"Shush, go to sleep, baby girl." he coos softly as he kisses my head and pulls the covers over us.

"No...not yet." I murmur against his chest but even without his urging, I'm already half a sleep.

I settle myself into him, his arms, holding me so tightly.

I fall asleep, eased by the heat he emits and the steady beat of his heart. Silently praying, he will still be with me when I wake.

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A/N

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