Chapter 18: Chasing Cars

Don't be impudent! My conscience pleaded with the more mature side of me.

I was here twiddling my thumbs as the world around me was about to collapse. The lights in this room were too garish for my liking, especially since my life was dimming by the second. At this point of time, roughly 5 AM in the morning, my best friend had been kidnapped and my sister-in-law had disappeared off the face of the earth.

Of course, Christian had insisted on dealing with this himself. Himself referring to everybody but Kate and I. The men were huddled in the living room discussing tactics and options. Unlike Kate who was already fast asleep from the exhaustion, my well rested mind was awake with a vomit of questions to the unresolved problems before me.

I watched Christian intensely as he moved about from instructing Taylor and Luke to glaring at Welch's new findings and then to demanding Elliot work faster in bringing his parents to safety. He was the King of the universe once more. Unfortunately, I knew this man inside and out. His facade of placidity had its cracks, something I had grown attuned to picking out.

Christian was worried about his little sister. I could see it in his beautiful grey irises that had screwed up ever so slightly. They coined me into his mental state, which was probably perturbed in more ways than one. But he was trying to keep a strong front for those around him, to lead the way to winning this.

It pained me. "Christian."

Only Christian looked up, the other men focused intently on their various tasks. "Yes, Ana?"

"Can I talk to you?" I tried to find the bravery in my voice. Dammit, he was my husband!

Immediately, he relaxed. "Of course, baby." Without another word, he maneuvered around the other men, coming towards me. Very gently, I shifted Kate's head from my lap to the comfort of the couch.

"Elliot," Christian called as he began to help me up. "Maybe you should carry Kate up to one of my guest rooms, the two of you can stay here with me tonight."

Elliot sighed, "Thanks Christian. Looks like mom and dad will be crashing here too. They're on their way."

Blatantly ignoring him, Christian leaned in to press his soft lips against my cheek. "Where would you like to talk? I suppose not here?"

I shook my head at him.

Christian's exhausted face broke into a cherubic smile as he chuckled, "Come, love." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me away from the crazed atmosphere.

"Is anything the problem, sweetheart?" Christian asked as we made it to our bedroom. He turned, his fingers coming to brush the hair out of my face as he gazed at me lovingly.

I felt so cherished under his stare and could not help but be emboldened by it, "Are you okay?" Just the thought of the situation stripped Christian of his carefree demeanor, once more, he slunk back into a troubled expression. "Hey, I'm here for you." I told him, stepping forward to embrace him.

Christian nuzzled the top of my head, "I want to find Mia. It shakes me to have no clue to where she is."

"I understand." I cooed, soothing his back with long strokes. "She'll be alright."

"What if whoever's behind this has her, Ana?" Christian groaned.

"We don't know that for sure." I reminded him, "And even if they do, we'll get her back. "

"But at what cost?!" He snapped, pulling away from me. His hand flew to frame my face, his eyes crazed once more. "What if they want you for Mia? Or you for Ethan?" So this was the source of his panic and torment.

"I w-" I began to explain to him that I would go quietly in exchange.

"Please, Ana." He narrowed his eyes at me angrily. "We're all aware of your bloody altruism policy. There is no way you're stepping into this mess. I want you safe and by my side forever. Do you understand?!"

Forever. I like the sound of that. "Ch-"

"Do you?!" He pushed. "Ana, it's driving me mad just thinking about losing you."

"It won't come down to that." I promised.

My inner goddess raised her threaded eyebrows at me, incredulous that I would actually keep myself safe when it came down to it.

"Of course not!" Christian grimaced, jaws clenching. "I won't let it." Ah, Christian. My ever so consummate dictator who could control the world around him. "I don't fuc*ing care if it's a vendetta. I don't care if you killed someone and this is revenge. Nobody gets to you. NOBODY!"

"Yes Christian." I whispered, kissing him gently on his chest.

He softened at my touch, reciprocating the kiss with one of his own. Panic from the situation was still fresh in my mind and it drove me to seize this moment before it was gone. Before anybody could take away my Christian. I leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, sharing his heat.

Whether it was out of passion or a worry for my posture, Christian swooped me up into his arms and guided my thighs around his waist. His lips were urgent against mine, prying me open and slipping his tongue into my mouth. When our tongues met, the carnal desire burned dip within me and I thrust my chest forward.

Distracted by his consummate kissing skills, I did not realize we had moved until he lowered me onto the bed. He did not break the connection, instead, he turned it up a notch. I wriggled my way down so that our groins were against each other. We both let out a hungry gasp.

Moaning, I laced my fingers through his hair and tugged. Christian groaned, beastial and lost in the ecstasy. This abstinence policy was slipping and I was going to seal the deal. I nipped his bottom lip, throwing his rationality off balance. I opened my eyes to a fiery grey that reminded me of my husband's infallible sexual skills.

Christian stared back at me, as if shocked that I had just bit him. Playfully, I let my fingers slide down to his chest and began to undo the buttons one by one. He caught my hands in one of his own before I could finish, I could see a sense of reason returning to him and knew I had to distract him better.

"Chris-tiannnnnn," I purred, licking my lips seductively. "Don't you miss being... In me?"

His eyes widened and I could just hear him recall our many sexual escapades. He just needed a little bit more... Encouragement. Leveraging on our clasped hands, I guided him towards my heated crotch.

"Oh crap!" He hissed under his breath, the back of his palm now against my underwear. "You're fu*king soaked."

"Just the thought of you turns me on." I lured him in. "I want you in me. Now."

Finally, he cracked in the way I wanted him to. He threw his head back in exasperation for a moment and then dived down to nip at my neck, licking and sucking, biting and... "Aghhhhh." I groaned, my head in a whirl.

It was then that I felt his fingers go in search, pushing my underwear to a side and toying with me. His slender and dangerously long fingers slid against my sex, stroking me up and down and up again... Everywhere but my clitoris. It drove me mad and I moaned loudly.

"Yes baby, let me hear you." He said between his teeth, barely able to control himself.

"CHRIIIIISTIANNN." I begged, my voice whiny and high.

Bringing his lips back to mine, I felt him enter me with two of those fingers. I panted against his lips as he started of slow, gliding in and out of me until the room filled with the sound of my slick wetness. I could feel his arousal against my thigh, knowing that that sound pleased him too.

Before I could control myself, I felt myself explode around his fingers. He waited for me to climb back down from my high. "Shi-t. I'm so s-orry." I muttered against his lips.

Christian pulled away to smirk at me, "It's alright, baby." He kissed the top of my head. "I'll take you there again."

YES! My inner goddess threw her hands up in the air and celebrated.

"Yes... Please... Would you?" I pleaded once more.

He nodded in consent.

With the green light, I wanted to undress my husband. Catching him by surprise, I pushed him onto his back and attacked his trousers, fighting to drag them down. My hands shivered at the thought of his full length entering me. The sound of Christian's carefree laugh filled the room, "Need some help down there?"

"I know how to undress you!" I snapped, urgent.

My response drew out another round of chuckles from Christian, "Alright alright, no need to get feisty." He chucked his shirt at the chair, right on target.

It seemed like an eternity but finally, his member sprang up before me. In all his glory, he was big and long and sexy in every single way. "Let me just..." He started, dragging his pants off and tossing them aside as well.

Then, he stripped my clothes off and did the same. A mischievous smile played across his lips as he lifted my lace underwear to his nose, taking a good and deep sniff. His eyes rolled back into his head in ecstasy, "Mrs Grey, you smell heavenly as always."

As I pounced to have him in my mouth, Christian responded quicker. I found myself beneath him, but he kept his entire weight off my body. "No." He told me.

"What?" I pouted. Did he get me all worked up just to say no? His fingers and lips were mind-blowing, but I missed... Him.

"A deal, Mrs Grey." He said cheekily.

"A deal?" I heard myself whisper.

He nodded, absolutely serious now. " Your promise to put your safety first."

It was so Christian to use sex against me! Still, I decided to play coy. "In exchange for what?"

As if glad I asked, Christian smirked. His knee pushed against mine and I felt the cold air brush against my exposure. I gasped. "Whatever you want, Mrs Grey." Christian licked his lips suggestively.

"I want you." I said immediately.

Christian laughed at my speed and he nodded at me. "I promise." To confirm his genuine intentions, he let his member bump against my sex. I lowered myself. Instantly, Christian was gone. "Promise me, Mrs Grey."

"You're using sex?!" I said in mock horror. "That's unbecoming of you!"

"Is it really?" He smiled at me. "I'd say my sex is worth the promise..." Turning the tables, he leaned in to nibble at my earlobe, sending shivers south of my navel.

"It really is..." I groaned.

"Then promiseeeeee." He whispered into my ear like a caress.

"I promise."

With no warning, Christian impaled me in one swift swing of his hips and we both cried out.

"FUC*!" He hissed, getting used to me once more. "I keep forgetting how tight you are."

I laughed, "I can never forget how well equipped you are."

"You're damn right!" Christian grunted, thrusting into me and making my eyes roll back into my head.

It was unlike no other and I came around him. "Fu**, I'm so sorry." I apologized once more. "I don't know why I keep coming early!"

"Hormones, love." Christian kissed me tenderly. "Don't apologize for reaffirming my sexual prowess. I can now prize the fact that I've made my wife come under a minute."

"I'm a prize?!" I gasped in mock anger.

"All mine." He smiled, beginning to move once more. "You feel so good, I've missed this."

"Blame your obsessive- AH" I squealed as he hit the spot, "-ness, your worry drives you mad."

He kept the pace slow, a sweet love making momentum. "I died a thousand deaths that day, Ana." We both knew exactly which day that was. "I won't ever want to be in that position ever again."

"I promise." I beckoned for a kiss and he closed his over mine once more, worshiping my body in every way possible.

Stolen ; Dashboard Confessional

Love you like a love song; Selena Gomez

A thousand years ;Christina Perri

Chasing Cars; Snow Patrol

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