“We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands. “Anastasia,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I need you, Anastasia," he whispers. "I need you, too." And as I say the words, I am struck how true they… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Hungry?" Christian murmurs so only I can hear. I know he's not referring to the food, and the muscles deep in my… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Christian Grey Subject: &*%$&*&* Date: August 23 2011 11:23 To: Anastasia Grey Believe me when I say there are a great… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You brought me here to admire the view?" I whisper. He nods, his expression serious. "It's staggering, Christian. Thank you," I murmur,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You never cease to amaze me, Anastasia. After a day like today - or yesterday, rather - you're not whining or running… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“This is my favorite place. Buried in you," he murmurs against my skin. "Please, move," I plead. "Slow, Mrs. Grey." He flexes… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Coveralls," I reply, and I know I'm no longer screening what's coming out of my mouth. He raises a eyebrow, amused yet… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“See, that wasn't so bad!" I grin as we tread water. Eventually he smirks at me, obviously relieved. "No, I guess it… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
