“You're my lifeline," he whispers, and he kisses my knuckles before pressing my palm against his.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I thought I'd broken you." "Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite." He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You're my lifeline," he whispers and kisses my knuckles before pressing my palm against his. With his eyes wide and full of… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
