Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.

— E.L. James

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

— E.L. James

From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Moaning Date: May 31, 2011 19:39 ESTTo: Christian Grey Gotta go. Laters, baby...... From: Christian Grey Subject: Plagiarism Date: May 31, 2011 16:41To: Anastasia Steele You stole my line. And left me hanging. Enjoy your dinner. Christian Grace, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

— E.L. James

Goodbye, Christian," I murmur." Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken, a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him. The elevator doors close, and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.

— E.L. James

Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans-the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh, my. They are overwashed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. "Good to have you home. I've been waiting for you.

— E.L. James

Has that obscenely rich fucker upset you again?

— E.L. James

Having the thought of you being with someone else is like a knife twisting in my dark soul

— E.L. James

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. I suppress my moan. "This is mine," he whispers aggressively. "All mine. Do you understand?" He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning. "Yes, yours,

— E.L. James

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. “This is mine,” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.“Yes, yours…” Abruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he’s lying on top of me.“Hands on your head,” he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider…”We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand? Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.

— E.L. James

He's pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to BEI rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favorite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul

— E.L. James