“Don’t,” he murmurs, then kisses me lightly. “Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless. "The baby's fine, Mr. Grey." "Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday.” I grin at Taylor, who flushes. “That has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,” Taylor says… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Abruptly, Elliot startles us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From fifty shades "This will be guick and for me Not you Don`t come or I will Spank you” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“He makes me graceful, that's his skill. He makes me sexy, because that's what he is. He makes me feel loved, because… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Why don't you like to be touched" Ana whispered, staring up into soft grey eyes. "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“It's because I'm pregnant, Christian." He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. "If I knew getting you knocked up… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I’ve something to show you in here,” he murmurs and opens the door. The harsh light of the fluorescents illuminates the impressive… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“He smirks and cranks his glorious smile up another notch so it’s in full HD IMAX.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I've never wanted more, until I met you. - Christian Grey, Fifty Shades of Grey” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“- "Why don't you like to be touched?" - "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me. "I used your toothbrush." His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Don’t,” he murmurs, then kisses me lightly. “Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes. “Because I’m… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I’ve been so busy I haven’t managed to contact her since this morning, but she’s been hovering at the edge of my consciousness all… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fu*kery at all?” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless. "The baby's fine, Mr. Grey." "Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer, "Oh, thank… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“No. No!” he says. “I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know. “You can’t… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Because we're getting to know each other, and you're stubborn and cantankerous and moody and difficult.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
