fifty-shades-of-grey

His gray eyes blaze like a turbulent storm. Time moves, and expands and slips awaybefore he answers softly.“I want to hurt you. But not beyond anything that you couldn’t take.”Fuck!“Why?”He runs his hand through his hair, and he shrugs.“I just need it.” He pauses, gazing at me with anguish, and he closes his eyes andshakes his head. “I can’t tell you,” he whispers.“Can’t or won’t?”“Won’t.”“So you know why.”“Yes.”“But you won’t tell me.”“If I do, you will run screaming from this room, and you’ll never want to return.” Hestares at me warily. “I can’t risk that, Anastasia.”“You want me to stay.”“More than you know. I couldn’t bear to lose you.”Oh my.He gazes down at me, and suddenly, he pulls me into his arms and he’s kissing me,kissing me passionately. It takes me completely by surprise, and I sense his panic anddesperate need in his kiss.“Don’t leave me. You said you wouldn’t leave me, and you begged me not to leaveyou, in your sleep,” he murmurs against my lips.Oh… my nocturnal confessions.“I don’t want to go.” And my heart clenches, turning itself inside out.This is a man in need. His fear is naked and obvious, but he’s lost… somewhere in hisdarkness. His eyes wide and bleak and tortured. I can soothe him. Join him briefly in thedarkness and bring him into the light.“Show me,” I whisper.“Show you?”“Show me how much it can hurt.”“What?”“Punish me. I want to know how bad it can get.”Christian steps back away from me, completely confused.“You would try?”“Yes. I said I would.” But I have an ulterior motive. If I do this for him, maybe he willlet me touch him.He blinks at me.“Ana, you’re so confusing.”“I’m confused too. I’m trying to work this out. And you and I will know, once andfor all, if I can do this. If I can handle this, then maybe you –” My words fail me, and hiseyes widen again. He knows I am referring to the touch thing. For a moment, he lookstorn, but then a steely resolve settles on his features, and he narrows his eyes, gazing at mespeculatively as if weighing up alternatives.