Claiming of Fifty shades

Needs

She slowly laughed. A gentle, husky, goose-bump raising laugh. Her pink lips parted near my ear to softly bite the lobe, leaving the appendage wet.

What the...? "Likewise Mr. Grey." I resisted the urge to groan. Her impudence was hot. Instead, I growled in warning, turning on her, placed my hand on the back of her neck in a harsh grip and jerked her closer. "What was that for?" I interrogated sharply. It didn't matter if I enjoyed it. No woman was supposed to touch me without my explicit permission.

"You're not the only one who could play games!" I locked both her hands behind her back, furious, then yanked her face even closer, rendering our mouths aligned.

At that, the mischievous look dropped from her eyes as they darkened. I swooped down to steal a kiss from her tempting mouth. A tremor ran through her as she tried to struggle away from my grip, "You're not... very gentlemanly, are you?"

I smiled very slowly, "You want a gentleman?" tightening my grip and heading for another kiss.

She huffed and turned her face away, the kiss landing on her pretty cheek. Damn! I missed. "Tell me what you want, Mr. Grey? If you come straight I might just give you what you wish for."

I made a snap decision, placed my hands on her bottom and yanked her close, my manhood resting heavily on her abdomen. "Do I need to be more straight?"

Silence.

She blinked fast, "Your approach," breathless, that was what she was, "as always, is offensively un-un-o-orthodox-x."

I smirked at her short-winded un-un-o-orthodox-x. Drinking her reaction in with my eyes, my gaze slipped over her neck, "The bitemark," I frowned, "It's almost gone."

She looked me in the eye then methodically trailed her gaze down my lips pointedly, an impish little smug grin lit her face, "I wish I could say the same for you." I frowned harder. Her nip with those sharp little teeth had been just short of deadly—it drew blood. I wished to demand justice. Blood for blood.

Succesfully suppressing my thoughts, I simply quirked a brow and intently bent my head, leaving a ghost of a kiss on her neck. She sucked in her breath and promptly applied pressure over my upper arms, "Hey! Don't bite me again! It's difficult to hide it on my neck."

This time, I fought another urge to scowl and issue a dire punishment. Fought—because I didn't want to come off as though I was sulking. I wasn't sulking. No. I wasn't.

My face in her neck, I sighed gravely, "You'd rather I bite you somewhere else then?"

"Quit playing with me... please."

My lips curved up in a smile. Unfazed, I began whispering in the crook of her neck, raising her goosebumps, "Your skin. Your mouth." A kiss, "The way you smell. The way you taste," A nibble, "Especially the way you taste." I groaned, "I like it all. I want to sample more of you Miss Steele." I never thought talking dirty could be so... stimulating? Apparently I'd been missing out.

I slowly trailed my hand down her body whilst whispering provocative things in her flushed ear. Her breath started to heave. Even a wayward strand of her hair hitting her cheeks or the fragile structure of her collarbones brought forth a delicious shiver from her. Her eyes were glazed over by the time I chanced a look at her face.

I smirked and gained a sense of satisfaction from seeing her dilated orbs. "The things I want to do to you. You drive me nuts."

"I do?"

"You do. I constantly fight the urge to just fucking... take you."

She swallowed and looked at me with wide—even more dilated—eyes. She must have seen the craving in my hooded gaze. "Take me?"