“I want you very badly, especially now, when you're biting your lip again.”

“How can i eat now? I'm going to Seattle by helicopter with Christian Gray..And he wants to bite my lip..”

“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.”

“I'd like to bite that lip.”

“Your lips are so soft when you cry.”

“I want you, Anastasia,” he murmurs. “I love and I hate, and I love arguing with you. It’s very new. I need to know that we’re okay. It’s the only way I know how.” “My feelings for you haven’t changed,” I whisper. His proximity is overwhelming, exhilarating. The familiar pull is there, all my synapses goading me toward him, my inner goddess at her most libidinous. Staring at the patch of hair in the V of his shirt, I bite my lip, helpless, driven by desire—I want to taste him there. He’s so close, but he doesn’t touch me. His heat is warming my skin. “I’m not going to touch you until you say yes,” he says softly. “But right now, after a really shitty morning, I want to bury myself in you and just forget everything but us.”

“How was Jose when you went to the bar...(Ana) He was fine. (Christian) Palm-twitchingly mad. Especially now.”