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💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

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Chapter 43: New Faith (3,1K)

When I wake up, Ana is safely locked in my arms, her small frame lost between the sheets. I kiss her hair, a smile plastered on my face as I recall the events from last night. Django and Martha have definitely been right all along, what happened with Elena was certainly no sex. It was something perverted and disgusting, but it wasn't sex.

What I shared with Ana last night … it was … magical. It was intimate, physical, and yet so much deeper than that. I loved every second of it. I felt connected to Ana every moment we shared. I felt … like I could trust her completely. Magical as I said.

And the feeling of being inside of her … I never really understood how people could enjoy so much having sex. To me, it had always been all about releasing pressure. It's what happened with Elena. Yes, she was a somewhat hot MILF, but when I was with her, it was more about releasing my sexual frustration. Just like it was the same at the club.

But now that I have been with Ana, inside of her, feeling her in ways no one else ever has and ever will … I understand. Just thinking about it makes me hard and so I move to gently wake her up by kissing the sensitive spot on her neck.

She stirs awake with a smile, before turning on her back and opening her arms to me. But when I move to place myself between her legs, she grimaces with displeasure and I immediately stop.

"Did I hurt you, babe?"

"No. I guess I'm just a little sore. Your boa constrictor really wrecked me."

I can't help but laugh, caressing her face with love. "Boa constrictor? I'm good with that."

"Of course you are," she rolls her eyes. "You can be such a dude sometimes."

I smile and lovingly kiss her, putting aside all my hopes to make love to her in the morning. I don't want her to be sore. So I cup her face, snuggling against her and propose, "How about we take a bath before I take you out for breakfast?"

"Together?!"

I smirk, kissing her neck and I sweeten the pot for her, "I promise I will put a lot of bubbles. And we won't switch on the light in the bathroom. All-natural lighting"

She agrees, taking the sheet with her as she goes to the bathroom and I follow her, completely naked and not caring the least in the world. it's a bit funny to see how self-conscious she can be when I saw her naked just last night and from all angles. And so I don't hesitate to point that out to her as we get in the tub,

"You do realise that I have seen you naked and plan on seeing you naked again as soon as possible."

"I know. But … I don't know. I guess I'm a prude. Maybe after a while, I will be less aware."

I smile at her and reach for her foot so I can massage it under the water. She closes her eyes and rests her head on the edge of the tub, a lazy happy smile on her face as she tells me, "You're going to have to stop scoring so many good points. There is only so much melting a person can do."

"I like making you melt."

"Do I make you melt?" She wonders, reopening her eyes and looking at me with curiosity.

"I'm a guy. I don't melt." She rolls her eyes and when I stay in my position, she petulantly splashes in my direction. I press her sole a bit harder as a warning as I let her know.

"You don't want to play that game with me, babe. Especially when I have your foot in my possession."

"Or what?"

"Shall I remind you of how ticklish you are?"

"I'll be good. I'll be good." I smirk with satisfaction, though she quickly adds, "Though, you could stop all that stupid I'm-The-Alpha-Male bullshit and just tell me if I make you melt."

"No, you don't," I deadpan and her face flatters a bit before I explain, "You bring me peace. Constantly. You've become my gravitational orbit and I feel at peace and my truest self when I'm around you. I don't need to melt for you, Ana, because you're my centre and my core. One does not melt for the sun, nor for the magma at the centre of the Earth."

"Christian!" She whines, letting herself sink a bit further into the tub, her face turning to a deep red. "I told you to stop making me melt."

I grin, though I meant every single word I have said. Yes, there are still many skeletons in my closet, but Ana truly is my centre. The calming thought I conjure when I'm pissed at work, the sweet possibility when I think of my future, the person that makes me want to go home that much faster.

"Let's talk about something else. What time do we have to take our flight home?"

"I've told the pilot that we would fly around 4pm. We still have time. I want to take you somewhere in particular for breakfast. But then, you're in charge, babe."

"Oh? I'm in charge? That's a first. Are you sure you can let go, Mr CEO-Control-Freak?"

I narrow my eyes at her and she grins at her joke. Of course, she does. But still, it makes me wonder again if I am that much of a control freak? How is it going to go when we will be more comfortable in our sex life and we will start to explore more about it? Will I tell her about the club? How is she going to react?

"So? What's this fancy place you want to take me to? Because I'm okay with room service."

"No. We're definitely going there. My mother swears by this place. She goes there every time she comes to Paris. I … I want to take you there and see with you if it's as good as she says."

I also want to rub the good luck that was on my parents' marriage unto us. They're going on their thirty years of marriage, it can only be a good omen. Maybe one day, I'll bring Ana back to Paris, to this very same hotel and very same room and celebrate our own thirty years of marriage.

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We get back to New York in the middle of the night, though Ana is definitely not tired. She followed me to my place, without me having to ask her to do so. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, I did ask the girl to move in with me, so the more time she spends at my place, the happier I am.

Gail made us a small collation, but Ana only has some tea. She says that she ate way too much food in Paris. I try to insist that she should have something solid in her stomach, but she can be so stubborn when she wants to.

So she tells me that she will have a quick shower whilst I have my collation, and when I get back to the room, I find her in the closet, looking for pyjamas with nothing but her towel around her. Well, one thing is for sure, that towel is not staying in place for long.

Without a sound, I get behind her, kissing her neck as my hands immediately go to her breasts, and she lets out a small giggle, "Christian Grey, I think you are a perv."

"Guilty," I admit, unashamed before tearing the towel away and spinning her so she is facing me. "You are so beautiful, babe. The most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon."

She doesn't say anything and just kisses me with love. I growl against her lips and tackle her against the nearest wall, my hands all over her body. I love the way she feels. Her skin is so soft, still slightly wet from the shower.

I grind against her, swallowing her love through our kisses and when she moans yet again against my lips, I direct her toward the bed. Softly, I lay her down, and when I reach to strip for her, she sits up and looks at me with loving and pleading eyes,

"Can I? I'll be careful."

I nod, a lump forming in my throat, though I can't be sure if it is out of fear or excitement. I watch her as she gets up and carefully unbuttons my shirt, making sure that she does not touch my chest. And … something about this slowness is deliciously excruciating. I just want her to rip my clothes off so I can take her, but at the same time, the build-up teases me in the best way possible.

Once I am shirtless, she takes my hand in hers and directs my fingers between her legs, making me feel how wet she is, "See what you do to me? It shouldn't be allowed to arouse someone that much."

I smirk and use my free hand to redirect her hand toward my cock and make her feel how much she is affecting me. Then, I bring my fingers coated with her juice to her lips and make her taste herself. At first, she looks a bit surprised before she sucks on my fingers all the while fumbling to unbuckle my pants. I'm definitely going to invest in sweatpants to wear in the house. Much easier to get rid of.

She releases my fingers to let my trousers fall, and then she looks at me, biting on her lower lip, "Do you want me to suck something else?"

I make her fall back on the mattress and hover over her, saying, "I love feeling your luscious lips on my cock, babe. But I want to be buried inside of you, now."

I reach for a condom, sucking on the sensitive part of her neck, and in one swift motion, I find my happy place. This is more than her most intimate part, this is more than the promised land, this is … my new home.

Over and over again, I go in and out of her, chanting her name as if it was my new religion. She joins me at every thrust, her eyes showing me nothing but love, and when I feel I am about to reach my peak, I plead,

"Ana … baby ... Touch me."

She reaches for my hair, gripping it tightly as I thrust a little bit harder into her and I close my eyes as nirvana takes over me. I hear her sighs of pleasure become higher and higher, and just to make the experience perfect, I go back to her neck to suck it, asking her to say my name, which she does in a hauntingly beautiful moan.

We find our bliss together, and I collapse next to her, out of breath but feeling so satisfied. Never before have I felt so fulfilled. Even yesterday night, I had the pressure of it being her first time, and maybe me panicking and ruining the moment. But this … this was perfect.

I'm laying on my stomach, looking at this woman I love so much as she's on her side, a lazy happy smile on her face, her fingers going endlessly up and down my arm. God, how I love her! And I love that I am definitely not failing in this aspect of our relationship. I was a bit worried that we might not be sexually compatible, but it seems to be far from reality.

I reach for her face when I spot the hickey I left on her neck. So I caress it, slightly frowning, but she shakes her head reassuringly," I'll just wear a scarf tomorrow. I'm sure there is one in that ludicrous wardrobe of yours."

"It's yours, babe."

She rolls her eyes, though there is mirth in her eyes. So I kiss her lips, not doing a thing to move. I should, or we should at least get to sleep. But I'm sure she's getting a jet lag, and though I'm used to them, I don't want to leave her to go through that alone.

"How are you? Not too sore?"

"I'm good. I'm really good. It's to wonder if you were really a virgin. I mean, how come you're so insanely good at it?"

I chuckle, playing with a loose curl around her face but not looking into her eyed or answering her question. "I'll take the compliment."

"Is it porn? Because had I known, I would have watched some too."

I hesitate, not sure if I should tell Ana yet about what I used to do on Friday nights. We just made love and we're spending an agreeable moment together. I don't want to ruin that. But I don't want to lie to her either. And just the way she's looking at me right now, I can tell that she knows there is something I am not telling her. So I gather my courage and let her know,

"Not quite. Staged sexual acts have never been my thing … I … I used to go to a club and … watch scenes happening there."

"Uh? That exists? Is that a rich people thing? Remember I'm a peasant Christian, I …"

She stops herself, her brain taking her somewhere I can't follow and so I decide to tell her the whole story, though I make sure to take her hand in mine so she can't try to escape for me,

"It's not a rich people thing, babe. It's just … you know, my touch issues have always been a problem. And I tried to date a couple of girls when I was young, but it didn't work. As soon as it became more … intimate, for a lack of a better word, I'd freak out and lash out at them.

But … I still wanted to have sex. I mean, what teenage kid doesn't? So my therapist brought in a sex therapist, and after a few sessions, he proposed for me to go to a club where people got off with the fact that others were watching."

She narrows her eyes at me and retakes possession of her hand so she can lean on her elbow and look at me from higher ground,

"A club? As in a BDSM club?"

I pale. How does she know about that? I swallow with difficulty moving so I am now sitting as I nod. She does the same, her eyes still on me, studying my face before she laughs and pecks my lips,

"Dude, I was a virgin, not an idiot. Even nuns have heard of BDSM. And tell you what, I even heard of that thing called sex toys."

I laugh with her and the way she relaxed the atmosphere, and she sits on my lap, bringing her hands to my face and I grin like a child. Ana has been rather shy about being fully naked outside of our intercourses, but now she's naked, on top of me, weaving her fingers in my hair. So I close my eyes, glad that she didn't run for the hills when she learned about what I used to do on my Friday nights.

"Do you still go?"

"No. I haven't been in months. Not since …" Well, I guess this is the unashamed truth. "Not since we've met. I used to go every Friday night when I was in Seattle. And that Friday after we met … I couldn't get in the scene. All I could think about was you. And then you sent me that fucking text about going skinny dipping."

This makes her burst into laughter and I shake my head. Here I am, growling my annoyance, and she laughs at me. So I gently squeeze her sides, to let her know that if she keeps on making fun of me, I will give her a reason to laugh.

She stops, and though my eyes are still close I can tell hers are still steady on me as she asks, "So… do you want to tie me up and have your wicked way with me?"

I swallow and reopen my eyes to look at her. Do I want that? I bring my hand to her beautiful and perfect face, and all I see is love, trust and genuine curiosity. Not an ounce of fear or apprehension.

"Eventually, I'd like to try some things with you. In the future. Yes I'd like to tie you up and have my wicked way with you. But … I wouldn't mind if you wanted to have your wicked way with me."

"Me tying you up? What about … aren't you Mr Control-Freak? And … what about your touch issues?"

I look deep into her eyes and make sure she understands that I mean every word that I am saying, "I trust you, Ana. I know you won't cross my boundaries. I know that you will always have my best interests at heart."

She smiles at me, taking my face in her small hands to kiss me before she rests her forehead against mine and tells me,

"I wouldn't even know where to begin. I guess you will have to take me to your club one of those days."

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