“Oh my.”

“Oh Christian... my possessive, jealous, control freak Christian.”

“Oh, please,” I moan as he bites my little toe”

“Oh my, the look he gives me could be solely responsible for global warming.”

“Christian Grey just sent me a winkey ... Oh my. I fire up Google.”

“I thought I'd broken you.""Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite."He reaches out and takes my hand. "You're my lifeline'" he whispers.”

“Oh Ana!" he cries out loudly as he finds his release, holding me in place as he pours himself into me. He collapses, panting hard beside me, and he pulls me on top of him and buries his face in my hair, hold me close. "Oh baby," he breathes. "Welcome to my world.”