I beam at my husband.
“Finally, you’re mine,” he whispers and pulls me into his arms and kisses me chastely on the lips.
I am married. I am Mrs. Christian Grey. I am giddy with joy.
“You look beautiful, Ana,” he murmurs and smiles, his eyes glowing with love... and something darker, something hot.
“Don’t let anyone take that dress off but me, understand?”
His smile heats a hundred degrees as his fingertips trail down my cheek, igniting my blood.”