“Dinner is just the beginning. I want to touch you,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I want to run my hands over every inch of you. I want you wet for me. I want to finish what we… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“I want you naked, Angie. Naked and bound and wet for me. I want your legs wide and your body exposed. I want to see you. Hell, I want to feast on you. I want my mouth on you, my… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“I think I understand what Damien needs. Not the pain, but the control.” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“I don't want an icon. Not on my wall, not in my bed. I want the woman, Nikki. I want you.” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“Everyone breaks a little sometimes. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you wounded.” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“He shifts so that I can see him better, then draws an "x" over his heart. I raise a brow, and he lifts two… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“He spent so long building walls to protect his privacy that I think he forgot to build a door.” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“He is Jason and Hercules and Perseus---a figure so strong and beautiful and heroic that the blood of the gods must flow through him,… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“Dinner is just the beginning. I want to touch you,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I want to run my hands over… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“he began to walk slowly around me, as a man in a museum might circle a statue.” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“I am bent over the desk, my breasts rubbing against the wood with every impact, and now my nipples are as tight and hard… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“Everyone breaks a little sometimes. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you wounded. And I will always be there to help you heal” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“Do you know what passion is?” I blink, confused. “Most people think it only means desire. Arousal. Wild abandon. But that’s not all. The… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“Maybe you aren't as smart as you think you are, Mr. Stark." "Nonsense. I'm fucking brilliant. Or haven't you heard?” — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t flinch or react. As far as I can tell, he hasn’t even heard me. “Do you remember Kurt Claymore?” I swallow. The… — J. Kenner Copy Share Image
