“I still want more,” I whisper. “I know,” he says. “I’ll try.” I blink up at him, and he reliquishes my hand and pulls at my chin, releasing my trapped lip. “For you, Anastasia, I will try.”
"So young – and attractive, very attractive. He’s tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly."
"In spite of his fifty shades, he has a wealth of love to give."