“Goodbye, Christian," I murmur. "Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I've never wanted more, until I met you." I gasp, reeling. Oh my. Isn't this what I want? He wants more. He… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
