Today we’ll finish up with more of my favorite sentences from Fifty Shades Darker. I’ve been asked by many people which of the trilogy is my favorite. It’s very close between all of them, but Fifty Darker holds just the slightest edge for me.
Now onto those sentences…
He gives me his devastating, lopsided, one hundred and fifty percent panty-busting smile.
He smirks and cranks his glorious smile up another notch so it’s in full hd imax.
“I wish I could stay, but the man who owns the company I work for would not approve of his staff ditching just for hot sex.”
“Get in the fucking car, Anastasia, or so help me I’ll put you there myself,” he threatens, his eyes blazing with fury.
He needs me…needs me… and as I finally slip into the darkness, my last thoughts are of a small boy with gray eyes and dirty, copper-colored hair smiling shyly at me.
“Christian, you had me at the meadow.”
His lips part as he inhales sharply, then his face transforms with a grin, and his hands are suddenly fisting into my hair and his mouth is on mine.
My inner goddess is on her knees, naked except for her panties- begging.
“Eat, or I’ll put you across my knee, right here, and we’ll entertain the other diners.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, releasing him and touching his chest, his arms, his waist- oh the feel of this warm, vital sensual man beneath my fingers- reassures me that he’s here, standing in front of me.
He loves me, of that I have no doubt, and I savor the taste of this delicious man, this man I thought I might never see again.
It’s just me and my man moving in unison, moving as one- each completely absorbed in the other- our gasps and grunts mingling.
I could have lost him…and I love him…I love him so much, and I’m suddenly overcome by the enormity of my love and the depth of my commitment to him.
I grab his arms to hold on, feeling his muscles ripple beneath my fingers, and his infectious laughter sweeps me up- dizzy, addled, a girl totally and utterly smitten with her beautiful man.
Jeez, any ruder and I’d have to spank the pair of us.
Birthday kinky fuckery is to be recommended.
“You’re nothing but a sick child molester, and if it was up to me, I’d toss you into the seventh circle of hell and walk away smiling.”
The room is filled with flowers…there are flowers everywhere. Someone has created a magical bower of beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing fairy lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale round the room.
We’ve come so far together, we have so far to go, but we are made for each other. We are meant to be.
Geez, I love that scene in the boat house *happy sigh*
Well peeps that’s the conclusion to Fifty Shades Darker sentences. Some time in the future we’ll enjoy book three together…til then…