Romantic, liberating and totally addictive, the Fifty Shades trilogy will obsess you, possess you and stay with you forever.
Series: Fifty shades #3
“He makes me graceful, that’s his skill. He makes me sexy, because that’s what he is. He makes me feel loved, because in spite of his fifty shades, he has a wealth of love to give.”
The third and final installment of the Fifty shades trilogy begins with the Gray’s Honeymoon. Christian is just as overbearing and demanding as previous books.
Once home, the action hots up when there is a car chase and which leads to a very yummy love scene in a car. I do love car sex scenes. This one was actually done really well. Sometimes because a car is small, some of the angles that is described by authors sound impossible, but Freed was perfect.
“Oh Christian… my possessive, jealous, control freak Christian.”
So the next few chapters are equal parts sex, emotional marriage issues, and some drama. The end few chapters heats up and the epilogue is to die for.
“I love you so much.” Trailing kisses from the nape of my neck to the edge of my shoulder. Between each kiss he murmurs, “I. Want. You. So. Much. I. Want. To. Be. Inside. You. You. Are. Mine.”
As an end to the series, this does tie up quite nicely and although my opinion of Mr. Grey changed positively and Ana grew a backbone which gave me a happy. The sex was original and E L James has a flair for writing emotions so well.
What I love the most about these novels is their Legacy.
So many Erotic ‘mommy porn’ books got published because of the popularity resulting from these novels. I am not ashamed of Mommy Porn I love reading erotic novels, and I will always love them.
This feels different than the last time—so carnal, so … necessary. He caresses my behind with his long-fingered hands, and I’m helpless, trussed up and pressed into the mattress, at his mercy, and of my own free will. He hits me again, slightly to the side, and again, the other side, then pauses slowly as he peels my panties down and pulls them off. He gently trails his palm across my behind again before continuing my spanking. I surrender myself to the rhythm of blows, absorbing each one, savoring each one … I moan loudly as my body takes over, and I come and come, convulsing around his fingers.”