“I thought—” He stops. “This is me, Ana. All of me . . . and I’m all yours. What do I have to do to make you realize that? To make you see that I want you any way I can get you. That I love you.”
“I love you, too, Christian, and to see you like this is . . .” I choke and my tears start afresh. “I thought I’d broken you.”
“Broken? Me? Oh no, Ana. Just the opposite.” He reaches out and takes my hand.
“You’re my lifeline,” he whispers, and he kisses my knuckles before pressing my palm against his.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker