“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
“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
“You know, you’re topping from the bottom,” he murmurs against my lips. “What?” I don’t understand what he’s talking about. “Don’t worry.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“What does Christian know about love? Seems he didn’t get the unconditional love he was entitled to during his very early years.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“We knew, and to see her there like that with you-and armed. I think I died a thousand deaths, Ana.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I love you,” I murmur, and he smiles his heart-achingly shy smile, and I melt. “I will always love you, Christian.” “And… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I want you, Anastasia,” he murmurs. “I love and I hate, and I love arguing with you. It’s very new. I need… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“If that isn't a declaration of love, I don't know what is. And the words tumble out of me—a dam breached.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“We’re not going to make love? And I’m relieved. In fact, he’s had a totally hands-off approach with me all day. I… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Drinking in his scent, I curl around him, trying to ignore the loss and devasta- tion I felt in my dream, and… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I flush,and my inner goddess grabs a rose between her teeth and starts to tango.” — 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
“Okay,” I mumble, completely bemused, bewildered, and shell-shocked. He leans over my desk. What now? I am caught in his hypnotic gaze.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Mr. Grey, so romantic.” “For you Mrs. Grey—hearts and flowers. Always.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I need him to want me like I want and need him, and deep down I know that's not possible.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And soon you will be my wife to have and to hold... To love and to cherish... "With my body I will… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“The sex is amazing, he’s wealthy, he’s beautiful, but this is all meaningless without his love, and the real heart-fail is that… — 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
