Drinking in his scent, I curl around him, trying to ignore the loss and devasta- tion I felt in my dream, and in that moment, I know that my deepest, darkest fear would be losing him

E.L. James

Mots clés fear love romance



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I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m more than happy to play.

E.L. James


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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

Mots clés erotic bdsm domination submission erotica erotic-romance



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But I want more' I whisper.
'More?' he looks down at me puzzled, his eyes darkening. I nod and swallow. Now he knows.
'More,' he says again softly. Testing the word- a small, simple word, but so full of promise. His thumb traces my lower lip. 'You want hearts and flowers' I nod again. He blinks down at me, and I watch his internal struggle played out in his eyes. 'Anastasia' His voice soft. 'It's not something I know.'
'Me neither.

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Mein Puls ist auf hundertachtzig; ich fühle mich, als wäre ich einen Berg heraufgerannt. Am liebsten würde ich mich nach vorn beugen und die Hände auf den Knien abstützen, aber das wäre zu offensichtlich. Ich schaue Christian an. Er wirkt kühl und ruhig, als hätte er gerade das Kreuzworträtsel der Seattle Times gelöst. Wie unfair.

E.L. James

Mots clés humor



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Niemand ist eine Insel, denke ich, vielleicht mit Ausnahme von Christian Grey.

E.L. James

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Mir fällt die Kinnlade herunter. Er fickt hart! Gott, klingt das ... heiß. Aber wieso soll ich mir sein Spielzimmer ansehen? "Hast du eine Xbox?", frage ich etwas ratlos.

E.L. James

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Eigentlich sind Männer gar nicht so kompliziert, Ana. In Wahrheit sind sie sehr schlicht strukturierte Geschöpfe, die meistens genau das meinen, was sie sagen.

E.L. James

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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

Mots clés romance bdsm domination submission erotica bondage erotic-romance e-l-james fifty-shades-of-grey christian-grey-anastasia-steele



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I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday.” I grin at Taylor, who flushes.

“That has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,” Taylor says matter-of-factly.

“I thought so, too.”
Christian tightens his hold on my hand, scowling. “If you two have quite finished, I’d like a debrief.” He glares at Taylor, who now looks uncomfortable, and I cringe inwardly. I have overstepped the mark.

“Sorry,” I mouth at Taylor, who shrugs and smiles kindly before I turn to follow Christian.

“I’ll be with you shortly. I just want a word with Miss Steele,” Christian says to Taylor, and I know I’m in trouble.

Christian leads me into his bedroom and closes the door.

“Don’t flirt with the staff, Anastasia,” he scolds.
I open my mouth to defend myself—then close it again, then open it. “I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly—there is a difference.”

“Don’t be friendly with the staff or flirt with them. I don’t like it.”

Oh. Good-bye, carefree Christian. “I’m sorry,” I mutter and stare down at my fingers. He hasn’t made me feel like a child all day. Reaching down he cups my chin, pulling my head up to meet his eyes.

“You know how jealous I am,” he whispers.

“You have no reason to be jealous, Christian. You own me body and soul.

E.L. James

Mots clés bdsm domination submission bondage erotic-romance fifty-shades e-l-james fifty-shades-darker christian-grey-anastasia-steele



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