Don’t get your panties in such a twist… and give me back mine.

You are one brave woman,” he whispers, “I am in awe of you.

It’s perfect. Like you.

I glance down his body. He’s still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez– talk about wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

AnatasiaYou Are My More My Love, My LifeChristian

I’ve never wanted more, until I met you.

Love is for fools, Christian.

Abruptly, Elliot startles us all by standing and pulling his chair back so it scrapes across the tile floor. All eyes turn to him. He gazes down at Kate for one moment and then drops...

And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.

Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.

It’s taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you’re mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I’ll buy you...

Coveralls,” I reply, and I know I’m no longer screening what’s coming out of my mouth.He raises a eyebrow, amused yet again. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your clothing.” I gesture vaguely in the direction...

Anastasia, you’re going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes.’ He says softly. ‘Wealth isn’t something I’ve ever aspired to, Christian.’ I frown. ‘I know. I love that about you....

I want my world to start and end with you.

It’s very hard to grow up in a perfect family when you’re not perfect.

We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. And mean it and give her time. – Grace Trevelyan-Grey to Christian Grey

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 ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue...

And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can’t even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the...

Bene, nell’esame orale ti meriti un 10. Vieni, andiamo a letto, ti devo un orgasmo.

You’re not celibate, then?” I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes.”No, Anastasia, I’m not celibate.

I have fallen for someone who’s so emotionally shut down, I will only get hurt.

My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

I don’t want anything to happen to you. You being hurt…that thought fills me with dread. I can’t promise not to interfere, not if I think you’ll come to harm.” He pauses and takes a...

In the oven.

He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating...

Mrs. GreyI have received three compliments on my new haircut. Compliments from my staffare new. It must be the ridiculous smile I’m wearing whenever I think about last night. You are indeed a wonderful, talented,...

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 he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish...

Io non sono un tipo da cuori e fiori, non ho niente di romantico, ho gusti molto particolari. Dovresti stare alla larga da me.Ma in te, in te c’è qualcosa, per cui non riesco a...

Are you still mad at me?””Yes.””I’ll go back to sleep, then.””Good.

Your stepfather? I’d like to meet him.”Oh no… why?”I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”Christian unlocks the door, his mouth in a grim line.”Are you ashamed of me?””No!” It’s my turn to sound exasperated. “Introduce...

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. I suppress my moan....

You’ve brushed your teeth,” He says, staring at me.”I used your toothbrush.”His lips quirk up in a half smile. “Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?

Suddenly, as one, all the Greys stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano. Silence descends on us all as we strain to hear his soft, lyrical...

Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist-and i was holding you and you were looking up at me – all ‘kiss me , kiss me, Christian