Ana 50 Shades Of Gray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I got up to brush my teeth quickly, and my face, then opened the bathroom door to find Anna sitting right outside, waiting. “So…” She said and I laughed. “Goodness… You are impossible.” I shook my head in disbelief and jumped over her to my bedroom. Picking up my onesie loungewear, I pulled it on and glanced at her. “You said it was 50 shades kind of smut?” She asked with that little glee that always made her look like an idiot. “Yes,” I responded. “So there was an elevator leading straight into his penthouse.” Unbelievable, but yes. I nodded.

Here, to be seen was to be devoured. Every so often the firelight caught the delicate sheen of moisture at her hairline, transforming her argent hair into a darker, more mercurial tone. Ana lay propped against pillows that had been arranged and rearranged a dozen times—as if haphazzard fussing could coax warmth back into her body. Her hoary lashes cast dark crescents against skin so pale it seemed translucent, her mouth slightly parted, each breath seeming to require explicit permission from whatever cruel mechanism kept her suspended between consciousness and oblivion. She was resting now for certain.

Her eyes go to Gray, then back to me, as if she’s picked up on our exchange. “I can teach you a few moves, if you wanna catch up?” I offer Hannah, waggling my eyebrows. I’m just kidding around, but she’s not amused. “Fuck off,” Hannah mumbles, folding her arms across her chest and kicking the ground. Vienna and I exchange wide-eyed glances, both clearly feeling like Hannah’s overreacting, but we don’t poke the bear anymore. Gray steps forward, and my attention returns to him in laser-focus. He’s so damn sexy, with his perfectly tanned skin and his broad shoulders. He’s got a five o’clock shadow of stubble on his jawline, which only adds to his rugged appeal.

Chapter 5 Gray's office was as exactly as she had expected: still and completely soundproof,clean and coordinated with expensive sofas and tables sat in the middle of the spacious white office. Perched up on the chair,typing away on his laptop were Gray Westmore who didn't even acknowledge the duo who just walked in.

Steph grabbed the phone and looked again. “Brad has dark brown eyes. They’re so pretty. They make me think of bittersweet chocolate. Cain’s eyes are green. Dark green, like pine tree green. Ronan’s are that really stormy grayish blue that reminds me of the ocean on a cloudy day. And Wils has—” Looking at the picture, they all said, “Bright blue eyes,” at the same time. Steph swallowed. “Where are you going with this, Anne?” “Did you read that one paranormal romance that I recommended? Alpha’s Woman? The one about the sexy werewolves?”

The first 10 – 20 movies I scrolled through were romance and Erotica and just the titles make my core tighten in anticipation. I ignore the romance movies and go straight for a thriller, Anna. I smile at him as I return the remote and pick up the popcorn. “Why did you choose this movie?” he asks me, catching me off-guard. “Uh… um… i uh…” I find myself stuttering in response. How do you tell a guy that you chose the 1st non romance movie you saw because you may jump on him if you hadn’t?

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

(Mira’s POV) I lay sprawled on the cool marble floor of my bedroom, legs still trembling, my fingers glistening with my own juices. The aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed through me in lazy waves, but the satisfaction felt hollow. My chest heaved as I stared at the ceiling, creamy chocolate skin slick with sweat, my crop top pushed up over my breasts and my jean shorts tangled around one ankle. Gray’s rejection burned hotter than the pleasure I’d just chased.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

This one looked like Ana. She’d clearly spent some time and money over the holidays at a beauty salon and doing some serious shopping. Her nails were painted a sort of mocha color, her full lips matched; she was wearing new earrings and she had a thick gold cuff encircling her elegant wrist. Her lustrous hair was down – not in one of those unflattering tight buns or droopy ponytails – and it had been trimmed a bit. It curled and cascaded over her shoulders in dark waves, and he was stunned to see that the gray hairs were gone from along her temples, dyed a glossy black. A part of him was pissed off that he was noticing all this kind of small shit about the woman, but a bigger part of Silver