“It means I can trust you … to stop me. I never want to hurt you,” he murmurs. “I need—” He halts. “You need what?” “I need control, Ana. Like I need you. It’s the only way I can function. I can’t… — 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
“His magic is powerful, intoxicating. I'm a butterfly caught in his net, unable and unwilling to escape. I'm his … totally his". (Ana to Christian)” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“My world was ordered, calm, and controlled, then you came into my life with your smart mouth, your innocence, your beauty, and your quiet… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
