“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
“Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
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