E.L. James

“[Christian Grey] didn't want me as a girlfriend. I turn on to my side. Idly, I wonder if perhaps he's celibate.”

“Mein Unterbewusstsein verdreht die Augen und wendet sich wieder der zerlesenen Ausgabe von Jane Eyre zu.”

“Hmm.. you and I, we're giving each other many firsts.”

“Jack has been cracking the whip. Er . . . I mean . . .” I flush and fall silent.Christian says nothing for a moment.“Cracking the whip, eh? Well, there was a time when I would have called him a lucky man.” His voice is full of dry humor. “Don’t let him get on top of you, baby.”“Christian!”

“Good. Until tomorrow, perhaps." I cant just leave. I have to let her know I'm interested. "Oh, and Anastasia? I'm glad Miss Kavanagh couldn't do the interview." Delighting in her stunned expression, I sling the bag over my shoulder and saunter out of the store.Yes, against my better judgement, I want her. Now I have to wait... fucking wait... again.”

“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.”

“I fondle the last two charms: a letter C- oh yes, I was his first girlfriend to use his first name. I smile at the thought. And finally, there's a key."To my heart and soul," he whispers.”

“Where else would I be? I want to be wherever you are, Ana. Being here makes me think of how far we've come. And the night that was. I watched you fro hours. You were just... yar," he breathes. I smile against his chest.”

“Are you crazy?""Crazy for you," he whispers.”

“I want your world to begin and end with me," he says, his expression raw.”

“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.”

“I never know what you're thinking. Sometimes you're so closed off... like an island slate. You intimidate me. That's why I keep quiet. I don't know which way your mood is going to go. It swings from north to south and back again in a nanosecond.”

“See, that wasn't so bad!" I grin as we tread water.Eventually he smirks at me, obviously relieved. "No, I guess it wasn't. Except I'm wet," he grumbles, but his tone is playful.'I'm wet, too.""I like you wet." He leers.”

“The fuller your bladder, the more intense your orgasm, Ana.”

“You brought me here to admire the view?" I whisper. He nods, his expression serious."It's staggering, Christian. Thank you," I murmur, letting my eyes feast on it once more. He releases my hand."How would you like to look at it for the rest of your life?" he breathes.”

“From: Christian GreySubject: Shenaniwhatagans?Date: June 15, 2011 09:32To: Anastasia SteeleYou don't have to work, Anastasia.You have no idea how appalled I am at my shenanigans.But I like keeping you up late ;)Please use your blackberry.Oh, and marry me, please.”

“What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?"He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. "There is one thing you can do.""What?" I snap."Marry me," he whispers.”

“To: Christian GreyDear Completely & Utterly SmittenI love waking up to you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables and boats and desks and showers and bathtubs and strange wooden crosses with shackels and four-poster beds with red satin sheets and boathouses and childhood bedrooms.”

“From: Christian GreySubject: SunriseDate: June 14, 2011 09:23To: Anastasia SteeleI love waking up to you in the morning.Christian Grey”

“Elena, we have a business relationship which has profited us both immensely. Let's keep it that way. What was between us is part of past. Anastasia is my future, and I won't jeopardize it in any way, so cut the fucking crap.”

“Thank you, baby," he breathes, covering my upturned face in soft feather-light kisses. I open my eyes and gaze up at him, and he wraps his arms tighter around me."Your cheek is pink from the baize," he murmurs, rubbing my face tenderly. "How was that?" His eyes are wide and cautious."Teeth-clenchingly good," I mutter. "I like it rough, Christian, and I like it gentle, too. I like that it's with you."He closes his eyes and hugs me even tighter.”

“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.”

“My life would be empty without you.”

“Damon: I'm mad at you because I love you!”

“Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores”

“Raising the ordinary to extraordinary”

“Unwrapping the paper carefully so it doesn’t tear, I find a beautiful red leatherbox. Cartier. It’s familiar, thanks to my second-chance earrings and my watch.Cautiously, I open the box to discover a delicate charm bracelet of silver, or platinumor white gold—I don’t know, but it’s absolutely enchanting. Attached to itare several charms: the Eiffel Tower, a London black cab, a helicopter—CharlieTango, a glider—the soaring, a catamaran—The Grace, a bed, and an ice creamcone? I look up at him, bemused.“Vanilla?” He shrugs apologetically, and I can’t help but laugh. Of course.“Christian, this is beautiful. Thank you. It’s yar.” He grins.My favorite is the heart. It’s a locket.“You can put a picture or whatever in that.”“A picture of you.” I glance at him through my lashes. “Always in my heart.”He smiles his lovely, heartbreakingly shy smile.I fondle the last two charms: a letter C—oh yes, I was his first girlfriend touse his first name. I smile at the thought. And finally, there’s a key.“To my heart and soul,” he whispers.”

“Con sus ojos grandes y llenos de miedo, suavemente tira de mi mano y la pone ensu pecho sobre su corazón, en la zona prohibida. Su respiración se acelera. Sucorazón está bombeando un frenético, pulsante latido bajo mis dedos. No quita sus ojos de mí; su mandíbula está tensa, sus dientes apretados.Jadeo. ¡Oh mi Cincuenta! Me está dejando tocarlo. Y es como si todo el aire de mis pulmones se ha vaporizado, ido. La sangre está latiendo en mis oídos cuando elritmo de mi corazón aumenta para igualar el suyo.Él deja ir mi mano, dejándola en su lugar sobre su corazón. Flexiono levemente misdedos, sintiendo la calidez de su piel bajo la tela de su camiseta. Está sosteniendoel aliento. No puedo soportarlo. Intento mover mi mano.—No —dice rápidamente y pone su mano una vez más sobre la mía, presionandomis dedos contra él—. No.”

“Pude ver un atisbo de cómo ha sido tu vida… y… —Bajo la mirada a mis enredados dedos, lágrimas todavía corriendo por mis mejillas—. Esto es sobre mí no siendo lo suficientemente buena para ti. Fue una comprensión de tu vida, y estoy tan asustada de que te aburrirás de mí, y luego te irás… y terminaré como Leila… una sombra. Porque te amo, Christian, y si me dejas, va a ser como un mundo sin luz. Estaré en la oscuridad. No quiero huir. Solo estoy tan asustada de que me dejes”

“La imagen de un poderoso hombre que todavía es un niñito, que fue horriblemente abusado y abandonado, que se siente desmerecedor del amor de su perfecta familia y su mucho menos que perfecta novia… mi niño perdido… me rompe el corazón.”

“Der Schmerz ist unbeschreiblich - körperlich, psychisch... metaphysisch... Er ist überall, breitet sich in jede Zelle meines Körpers aus und dringt bis ins Mark. Kummer. Unsägliche Seelenqual. [...] Der körperliche Schmerz vom Hieb eines Gürtels ist nichts im Vergleich zu der Seelenqual, die ich gerade durchleide. Ich rolle mich zusammen, [...], und gebe mich ungeniert meinem Schmerz hin.”

“And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy.”

“I love you,” I murmur, and he smiles his heart-achingly shy smile, and I melt. “I will always love you, Christian.”“And I you,” he says softly.“In spite of my disobedience?” I raise my eyebrow.“Because of your disobedience, Anastasia.” He grins.”

“Like cross stich scrapbook cook take my dogs for walks.injoying making new nook friends”

“Soy solo sensaciones. Esto es lo que me hace. Toma mi cuerpo y lo posee porcompleto, de manera que no puedo pensar más que en él. Su magia es poderosa,intoxicante. Soy una mariposa atrapada en su red, no puedo y no quiero escapar.Soy suya… totalmente suya.”

“Now, if I were there, I would kiss away your tears. But I'm not-so go to sleep.”

“The pain is such that I refuse to acknowledge it. I feel numb. I have somehow escaped from my body and am now a casual observer to this unfolding tragedy.”

“... Yet today, for the first time ever, I feel lonely and uncomfortable here, unhappy with my own company”

“The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's to bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavers to stay airborn. I am so warm. The heat... It's stiffling, overpowering. It wakes me.”

“‎"Grey—you're on my shit list and I'm watching you.”

“Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but I just can't bear it. It's too much. Please, please don't cry.”

“I will never get enough of you. Don't leave me," he murmurs and kisses my belly."I'm not going anywhere, Christian, and I seem to remember that I wanted to kiss your belly," I grumble sleepily.He grins at my skin. "Nothing stopping you baby.”

“You never cease to amaze me, Anastasia. After a day like today - or yesterday, rather - you're not whining or running off into the hills screaming. I am in awe of you. You're very strong.""You're a very good reason to stay," I murmur.”

“I just told you I didn't - and I don't like to be doubted," he scolds. "I didn't go anywhere last weekend. I sat and made the glider you gave me. Took me forever," he adds quietly.”

“Do you know what you mean to me?" he murmurs, "If something happened to you, because of me..." His voice trails off, his brow creasing, and the pain that flashes across his face is almost palpable. He looks so vulnerable - his fear very much apparent.”

“.... I may need you to accompany me to functions, and I want you dressed well. I'm sure your salary, when you do get a job, won't cover the kind of clothes I'd like you to wear.""I don't have to wear them when I'm not with you?""No.""Okay." Think of them as uniform.”

“Why is anyone the way they are? That’s kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese?”

“Inside, I'm doing graceful cartwheels in my head, knowing full well that's the only place I can do graceful cartwheels.”

“No, no, no. I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.”

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