Revisit Fifty Shades Darker's Sexiest Book Scenes With These Steamy Excerpts

Kinky f*ckery, ben wa balls, and a lot of spanking. Fifty Shades of Grey may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's certainly not lacking in shock value and undeniably smutty sex scenes. And if you want even more raunchy romance, Fifty Shades Darker doesn't disappoint. Oh yes, there are props, food foreplay, and an interesting interpration of how one should use a billiard table. These sexy Fifty Shades Darker book excerpts will likely leave you feeling ready for a cold shower.

"'Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky f*ckery at all?' My mouth drops open. 'Kinky f*ckery?' I squeak. 'Kinky f*ckery. I can't believe you said that.''Well, I did. Answer me,' he says calmly. I flush. My inner goddess is down on bended knee with her hands clasped in supplication begging me. 'I like your kinky f*ckery,' I whisper."

"He sits up again and trails a spoonful of ice cream down the center of my body, across my stomach, and into my navel where he deposits a large dollop of ice cream . . . He kisses each of my breasts and sucks each of my nipples hard, then follows the line of ice cream down my body, sucking and licking as he goes. And I try, I try to stay still despite the heady combination of cold and his inflaming touch. But my hips start to move involuntarily . . . He's hovering over me . . . and then he's inside of me, hard and fast . . . 'This way,' he murmurs . . . He leans over, releases my hands, and pulls me upright so I am practically sitting on him . . . He nuzzles my neck, biting down, as he flexes his hips, deliciously slowly, filling me again and again. He smiles against my neck, and his fingers curl around my jaw and throat, holding me fast for a moment."

"'You. On top,' he orders, pulling me astride him. 'I want to see you.' He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down on him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet me, filling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he exhales . . . I rise again, heady with the power I have over him, watching Christian Grey slowly come apart beneath me."

"I'm beginning to feel a dull, pleasurable ache deep in my belly, caused by the balls. Idly I wonder how long I will be able to manage without some, um . . . relief? I cross my legs . . . I bite my lip. Christian smiles at me, his eyes gleaming wickedly. He knows exactly what he's doing . . . 'Relax,' he breathes. 'If it's too much . . .' His voice trails off, and he gently kisses each knuckle in turn, then gently sucks the tip of my little finger . . . I surrender briefly to the sensation, my muscles clenching deep inside me."

"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 . . . He caresses my behind again and trails his fingers down toward my sex and slowly sinks two fingers inside me, moving them in a circle, around and around and around, torturing me. I moan loudly as my body takes over, and I come and come, convulsing around his fingers."

"He gently slides my panties down my thighs and off. I can't see what he does with them, but he leaves me feeling exposed as he plants a soft kiss on each cheek. 'Take a shot, baby.' I want to whimper; this is so not going to happen. I know I am going to miss. I line up the white, hit it, and in my impatience, miss the black completely . . . he leans right over me, flattening me against the table, takes the cue out of my hand, and rolls it to the side cushion. I feel him, hard, against my backside. 'You missed,' he says softly in my ear . . . Put your hands flat on the table.' I do as he says."

"He pauses and takes a deep breath. 'I love you, Anastasia. I will do everything in my power to protect you. I cannot image my life without you.' Three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis; and I savor the moment gazing into his sincere, beautiful gray eyes."

"I groan and run my fingernails across his back. And he gasps, a strangled moan. 'Oh, f*ck, Ana,' he chokes, and it's a half cry, half groan. It tears at my heart, but also deep inside me, tightening all the muscles below my waist. Oh, what I can do to him! I'm panting now, matching his tortured breaths with my own . . . 'Steady,' he says. 'You are going to unman me, Ana . . . You — take me.' Slowly, oh so slowly, I sink down onto him . . . reveling in the fullness of my possession, reveling in his reaction, watching him unravel beneath me . . . 'Ana, touch me . . . please . . . come on baby, I need this. Give it to me.' And I explode, my body a slave to his, and wrap myself around him, clinging to him like a vine as he cries out my name, and climaxes with me, then collapses, his full weight pressing me into the mattress."