“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
“Anastasia, I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I don’t do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs. I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing. “You have my heart.” And… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.” “And the… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too,”… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops… — 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
