“Thank you, baby," he breathes, covering my upturned face in soft feather-light kisses. I open my eyes and gaze up at him,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?" He gazes at me, revealing his… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I want your world to begin and end with me," he says, his expression raw.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Christian Grey Subject: Shenaniwhatagans? Date: June 15, 2011 09:32 To: Anastasia Steele You don't have to work, Anastasia. You have no… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Where else would I be? I want to be wherever you are, Ana. Being here makes me think of how far we've… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Christian Grey Subject: Sunrise Date: June 14, 2011 09:23 To: Anastasia Steele I love waking up to you in the morning. Christian Grey” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I fondle the last two charms: a letter C- oh yes, I was his first girlfriend to use his first name. I… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Elena, we have a business relationship which has profited us both immensely. Let's keep it that way. What was between us is… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up to you, too. But I love being in bed with… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I need you, Anastasia," he whispers. "I need you, too." And as I say the words, I am struck how true they… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“This is my favorite place. Buried in you," he murmurs against my skin. "Please, move," I plead. "Slow, Mrs. Grey." He flexes… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“See, that wasn't so bad!" I grin as we tread water. Eventually he smirks at me, obviously relieved. "No, I guess it… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You brought me here to admire the view?" I whisper. He nods, his expression serious. "It's staggering, Christian. Thank you," I murmur,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to… — 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
