E.L.James

He tightens his arms around her and they lie together, entwined, skin against skin. “I just want to hold you. Until the end of time.”
“Will that be long enough?” Alessia whispers and kisses his chest.
“Never…”

In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.

It’s just a pretty face, sweetheart.

if you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday.

“Oh, fuck the paperwork.”

I make a mental note to fuck her in an elevator one day.

She. Feels. So. Good.

You are my one vanilla conquest

“You want a list? Divorced, beheaded, died?”

“You’re not Henry the Eighth,”

She’s good for my dark, dark soul