#steele

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. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia-steele #christian-grey #e-l-james #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-freed

I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #blush #communist-manifesto #e-l-james

I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” he murmurs, and I hear the trace of humor in his voice. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #humor #rolling-eyes #humor

I need you, Anastasia," he whispers. "I need you, too." And as I say the words, I am struck how true they are. I cannot imagine being without Christian, ever. "Let me love you." he says hoarsely. "Yes," I answer. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #ocinej #imagination

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #celibate #christian #christian-grey

You love m," I whisper. His eyes widen further and his mouth opens. He takes a huge breath as if winded. He looks tortured - vulnerable. "Yes," he whispers. "I do. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #love

Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #ocinej #love

This is my favorite place. Buried in you," he murmurs against my skin. "Please, move," I plead. "Slow, Mrs. Grey." He flexes his hips again and pleasure radiates through me. I cup his face and kiss him, consuming him. "Love me. Please, Christian. ↗

— E.L. James

#christian-grey #ocinej #love

This is all I know, too. Perhaps together we can chart a new course. ↗

— E.L. James

#anastasia #anastasia-steele #e-l-james #fifty-shades #fifty-shades-of-grey

I'd like to bite that lip. ↗

— E.L. James

#book #christian-grey #e-l-james #fifty-shades-of-grey #christianity