“Oh, what you do to me,” I groan, my feeling are raw, and carnal. I want to affirm that she’s mine, that I’m hers. I quickly move, lie on top of her, pressing her into the mattress, and feeling her all the way, and making her feel me, feel my cock pressing into her sex. Letting her know how much I desire her. As I cup her chin with one hand, my other hand brushes over her breast, her waist, her hip, her body, and her buttocks. I kiss her again carnally, wanton, and push my leg between hers, and I raise her knee. The full length of my erection is pushing to get out, straining against my pants, and onto her sex. The way she gasps and moans into my mouth, I swallow her voice, drinking it in, feeding my own hunger for her. The craving I feel for her is overwhelming. I need her more than my next breath right now. It’s not just a want. It’s a need for her. I can’t live without her, without being inside her. This is how I communicate with her. This is how I express my love, my worries, my desires, my fears, my anger, my passion, and all my emotions to her. This is me, Christian Grey, in the raw.