“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
“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
“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
“Subject: Sundown Date: June 14 2011 09:35 To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up with you, too.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Moaning Date: May 31 2011 19:39 EST To: Christian Grey Gotta go. Laters, baby. ..... From: Christian Grey… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You see, Ana men think that anything that comes out of a woman's mouth is a problem to be solved. Not some… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm.… — 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
“But we were at your parents' dining table." I stare up at him, completely bewildered. "No one's ever said no to me… — 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
“Do you trust me Ana?" Ana! "Yes,I do."I respond spontaneously, not thinking...because it's true-I do trust him. "Well,then"he looks relieved. "The rest… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me?… — 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
“Your stepfather? I'd like to meet him." Oh no... why? "I'm not sure that's a good idea." Christian unlocks the door, his… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I turn and gaze at him midway. Chin up Steele, I chide myself. “Oh... by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” I… — 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 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
“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
