“I love him. Simple.”

“Supposing I’ve said I hate him, or worse still, that I love him, in my sleep.”

“In very simple terms, I want you to want to please me.”

“Men aren't really complicated, Ana, honey. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said - when really it's obvious. If I were you, I'd take him literally. That might help.”

“I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too,” he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.”

“I Ignore the unwelcome stab of disappointment. Why do I want to spend every single minute with this controlling sex god? Oh yes, I've fallen in love with him, and he can fly.”

“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.”