“Pull up your big-girl panties, Gabi.”
“Most of the guests here are psychotic gang bangers anyway!”
“As he pulled his crayon out, The world was painted in glowing scarlet...”
“I love you, Kane. Now let s go begin our always.”
“And he calls it playing? Like, whatever happened to chess? Or cards? Or tag?”
“Trust the process”
“I do like seeing you in chains, darlin .”
“You are such a sleazeball, Rhodes—walking, talking proof of why siblings shouldn’t marry.”
“The fun we’ll have tonight is called figging.”
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
“Don t get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.”
“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 over washed 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.”
“Listen, I m bossy. I can t help it. It s who I am and what I do. I m pushy and I like to take over. But I m going to work really hard not to do so much and your going to try and accept me the way I am. Flaws and all. Because I m good in bed and I can carry heavy things and reach all the high shelves.”
“I had a feeling that Pandora s box contained the mysteries of woman s sensuality, so different from a man s and for which man s language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.”
“Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.”
“She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.”
“I was not crying - eyes water. I think we all know I m a badass and I don t cry. - Caleb”