Quote by E.L. James Download Open image ““His words make me squirm. He wouldn’t dare! He and his twitchy palm.”” — E.L. James ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“His words put moisture between my legs. His touch sets my skin ablaze. His sensually skilled mouth leaves me wanting more.” — E.A. DeBoest Copy Share Image
“He pries me from his chest and drops his hand from the back of my head, tracing my ear, along my jawline. He snatches… — Rebecca Berto Copy Share Image
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“He touched me with such reverence, his fingertips light and curious as they cruised up my spine while his mouth was bold and knowing,… — Linda Kage Copy Share Image
“He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.” — Poppet Copy Share Image
“He shakes his head and pulls his fist against his mouth, biting his knuckles.” — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“I haven't even seen him and I want to spread my legs and beg for that tongue to drip nasty words all over my… — Crystal Spears Copy Share Image
“My heart beat spikes, and I think I’m panting. Jeez, I’m a quivering, moist mess, and he hasn’t even touched me. I squirm in… — 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 go. Ana, I love you!” “I love you, too, Christian, it’s just—” “No . . . no!” he says in desperation and puts both hands on his head. “Christian . . .” “No,” he breathes, his… — E.L. James Copy Share
“Because we're getting to know each other, and you're stubborn and cantankerous and moody and difficult.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
