“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.”

“This is me, Ana. All of me...and I'm all yours. What do I have to do to make you realize that? To make you see that I want you any way I can get you. That I love you.”

“Why don't you like to be touched" Ana whispered, staring up into soft grey eyes."Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”

“He mumbles in his sleep, "Don't touch me. No more. Only Ana.:”

“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.”

“Do you trust me Ana?"Ana! "Yes,I do."I respond spontaneously, not thinking...because it's true-I do trust him."Well,then"he looks relieved. "The rest of this stuff is just details""important details”

“I'm anything but fine. I feel like the sun has set and not risen for five days, Ana. I'm in perpetual night here".”