J. Kenner Quotes & Sayings

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 word derives from the Latin. It means suffering. Submission. Pain and pleasure, Nikki. Passion. — J. Kenner

An entire empire needing his attention, and yet in that moment, I am his whole world. — J. Kenner

I bless every sunrise because it marks a new day by your side. — J. Kenner

There are a lot of ways to pleasure a woman," he said, and his tone suggested we hadn't even begun. "Hard and raw, soft and sentimental. How can I know what she wants until I see how she reacts? — J. Kenner

Christ, Damien. How am I supposed to do anything today other than want you?" "Sweetheart, there's nothing else today that you need to be doing. — J. Kenner

I'll give you what you want, Sloane," he said. "What we both want. But think long and hard before you come to me. There are things that I like. Things that I want and expect from the woman in my bed. And I don't play by anyone's rules but my own. — J. Kenner

We're kindred spirits. And you're strong, Nikki. There's a core of strength and confidence in you that's damn sexy. — J. Kenner

You are my everything," he repeats. "But I can't be true to you if I'm not true to myself." - Damien Stark, Complete Me — J. Kenner

Want the reality. The moments, like the Bradbury story, when Damien lets me in enough to see a bit of his past and a piece of his heart. — J. Kenner

So I balanced the weight of my past against the promise of my future. — J. Kenner

Your breasts. Your nipples. The insides of your thighs. I want you wet for me, baby. A little drunk and a whole lot wet. — J. Kenner

When I am no longer a limp noodle and can actually compel my limbs to function, I get off the table and back into my robe. Damien and I leave at the same time, and Jamie's door opens as we're passing. She looks between me and Damien, then glances sideways at her masseuse, a tall blond man with large, capable-looking hands.
"You know," Jamie says dryly, "nothing personal, but I don't think I got the same level of service that she did."
To his credit, the masseuse smiles. "Come," he says, gesturing for her to follow.
"That's the problem," she mutters to me as she passes, "I didn't. — J. Kenner

Nikki, darling, light of my life. Can I have my driver take you to work? — J. Kenner

You humble me, Nikki. Don't you see that? It must be clear from my expression that I do not, because he goes on. If I do all those things for you
soothe you, center you, give you strength
then that is worth more to me than every penny I have earned building Stark International. — J. Kenner

And so I struggle against my bonds, not because I want to get free, not even because I want the pain. I want what it represents. That I am Damien's. Bound to him. Marked by him. Claimed by him. — J. Kenner

I am bent over the desk, my breasts rubbing against the wood with every impact, and now my nipples are as tight and hard and sensitive as my clit. I'm awash in sensation, my entire body sparking like a live wire, and with the right touch, I know that I will shatter. I expect another smack, but this time his hands grab my hips instead. With his knee, he roughly shoves my legs apart. One hand comes down on my back, holding me in place over the desk. The other strokes my sex, opening me, readying me, though that is hardly necessary - as I am so ready for him to be inside me, I can hardly stand it. — J. Kenner

He steps closer, still not touching me, but so close that I can hear my own heartbeat echoing against the hard breadth of his chest. You are. — J. Kenner

Free will, Nikki. Tell me to stop, and I will. But tell me fast, because I'm going to kiss that damnable mouth of yours, and goddammit, Nikki, I'm doing it to keep you quiet. — J. Kenner

Wishing I had the words to truly describe the way my heart swells with both relief and gratitude when I think about how even the tiniest snip of the threads in the tapestry of time could have sent our lives spiraling down different paths. — J. Kenner

I want to touch your breasts, Nikki. I want to touch your nipples. I want to lower my mouth and suck until you come without me even touching your clit. Do you want that, Nikki? — J. Kenner

... the guy owns half the known universe. I hardly think he'd be all warm and fuzzy. More like dark and dangerous. — J. Kenner

I can go barefoot." He chuckles. "You could. But have you looked under the camera box?" "Under?" I go back to the table and pull out the box. Sure enough, there's something else there, wrapped in blue tissue paper. I look at him, but his expression gives nothing away. Slowly, I pull out the tissue paper. Whatever's hidden is flat and firm. I peel back the paper until I reveal a pair of black flip-flops. I look up at Damien and grin. "For walking on the beach," he says. "Thank you." "Anything you want. Anything you need. — J. Kenner

I don't want an icon. Not on my wall, not in my bed. I want the woman, Nikki. I want you. — J. Kenner

Hell, yes, I'm jealous. I'm jealous of anyone who comforts you. Who pulls you into his arms and makes the hurt go away. — J. Kenner

I know that I've pushed him too far, but I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, I can't push him far enough, because right then, all I want is to break him. To break through that goddamned stubbornness and somehow get it through his head that the only way to save himself - to save us - is to put forward a defense. — J. Kenner

I am not "cured"
I know I never will be. I will always crave that pain to keep me centered. I will always be just a little astounded when I get through a crisis without putting a blade to my flesh. — J. Kenner

He won't be happy until he's banging the next big thing. And while he'd prefer a female, I think he'd fuck anything that moves if he thinks it'll ease his climb to the top. Male, female, or small farm animal. — J. Kenner

He wants his lover to trust him. To surrender herself to him completely. To let him orchestrate the pleasures of her body. But he leaves the ultimate choice up to her. He lets her have one hand free, and that is the moment Blaine captured on the canvas. — J. Kenner

Secrets, he'd said, and I shiver, afraid that Damien's going to have to face that darkness. But I'll be there when he does, and we'll face the darkness together."
"I can. Because when Damien's beside me, I'm no longer afraid of the dark. — J. Kenner

A game, yes. But I like it. In this game, there are no losers. — J. Kenner

A smile is his only answer, but it doesn't matter. I already know how, and it doesn't scare me: Damien Stark can see beneath my mask. — J. Kenner

Mostly, it will make me feel better. Please, Nikki. Right now I'm asking. Don't make me demand. — J. Kenner

You owe me now, mister. You can't expect to steal a woman's pastry and get away with it. — J. Kenner

There's only one woman in the world who can bring me to my knees. So tell me, Ms. Fairchild. Will you do me the greatest honor? Will you be my wife? — J. Kenner

Just a normal dinner party, Dallas thought. Just your average, every day evening around the table with the man who may well have masterminded your kidnapping, the sister you're in love with, and the older woman you used to sleep with.
No doubt about it
as a group, they made one hell of a Norman Rockwell painting. — J. Kenner

I wanted every sensation you experienced - every spark of pleasure, every hint of pain - to come from me. I wanted to fuck you until you begged me to stop and then I wanted to fuck you some more. Everything you felt, everything you wanted, everything you desired - I wanted it to be wrapped up in my touch, in my bed. I wanted to fuck you until there was nothing left but you and me. Until the whole goddamn world was erased. — J. Kenner

He spent so long building walls to protect his privacy that I think he forgot to build a door. — J. Kenner

and you goddamn well know it. I'm damn sure it was the right call; she's not getting dragged into this mess. No - no, it's done. I'm not interested in reevaluating the decision. I made my play, we're running with it. — J. Kenner

Everyone breaks a little sometimes. That doesn't make you weak. It makes you wounded. — J. Kenner

No, Damien Stark is just one of those dark, quiet types. He's like an iceberg, Texas. The deep parts are well hidden and what you do see is hard and a little bit cold. — J. Kenner

He shifts so that I can see him better, then draws an "x" over his heart. I raise a brow, and he lifts two fingers in a Boy Scout salute. I hold back a laugh, and he holds up his pinkie finger. "Shall we pinkie swear ? — J. Kenner

I swear to god, Angie, you're like Kryptonite - you fucking break me. — J. Kenner

One million dollars, Ms. Fairchild. You get the cash, and I get you. — J. Kenner

I assumed he knew that your coach was abusing you. I realized in the limo that he didn't."
For a moment, there is only silence. When Damien speaks, his words are ice cold. "He knew. — J. Kenner

Close your eyes," he orders.
"Why?"
"Because I said to."
I close my eyes. — J. Kenner

Men fuck up, you know. Except for Damien," she adds with a completely straight face. "He's perfectly perfect." She manages to hold it together for a minute, and then we both laugh. — J. Kenner

The man who is both my husband and my friend. My fantasy and my reality. — J. Kenner

I believe a megalomaniac is someone who suffers from delusions about their own power. Trust me," he says, and this time I am certain I see mirth dancing in his eyes, "I suffer no delusions about the extent of my power. — J. Kenner

Never, baby. Between us, the sun is never going down. — J. Kenner

I slide down and look under the table, then hear Damien's amused, "Now, that has all sorts of interesting possibilities."
"I'm checking for a hidden package," I confess as I scan the area for envelopes taped to the bottom of the table.
"I'm not saying a word," Damien says, and as I ease back out from under the table, I see the way his mouth twitches with amusement.
I roll my eyes, realizing my unintended double entendre, then cup my hand over his crotch. "Well, this package isn't hidden at all," I say, and am rewarded by the sensation of his cock hardening beneath the press of my hand. — J. Kenner

This excited you, doesn't it? Not knowing where we're going next. What's going to happen. Who might turn that corner. Not knowing if I'm going to kiss you or fuck you. I'll give you a hint, Angie. I'm going to do both. — J. Kenner

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 infamous Kurt. Of all the things he might say, this really wasn't on my radar. "Yeah," I say blandly. "I have a vague recollection." "He's been working the past five years as a manager at a Houston-based manufacturing company." "So?" "So your friend Damien had him fired this morning. — J. Kenner

I'm going to take you to the heavens, Angie. And I'm going to be your tether to this earth when you explode — J. Kenner

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, because how else could a being so fine exist in this world? — J. Kenner

What? Want to see her? You saw her. Christ, Bill, she was attacked and beaten and dumped at the curb like garbage. She's hanging on by a thread." She was doing a hell of a lot better than that, but Jane's emotional state was no longer Bill's business.
Bill's eyes dipped down to Dallas's crotch. "Is that what she was hanging on to? — J. Kenner

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 started, Ms. Fairchild. I want to make you come. — J. Kenner

Everyone should feel alive. Should smash up against passion and danger, against temptation and anticipation. You have to push the envelope sometimes,because otherwise how do you know what your limits really are? — J. Kenner

Do you need more? Tell me, Nikki. I want to hear what you need. — J. Kenner

It is suddenly very, very hot in the limo, — J. Kenner

I don't want you to have to handle it. That's the horror of my past. But you ... you're the reality of my present. You're the proof I survived. The prize in the cereal box. — J. Kenner

Always. Don't argue, Ms. Fairchild, or the game stops now. — J. Kenner

So did I. Come here. I am already right beside him, but I slide closer and lean against him. His arm is draped over my shoulder and his fingers are idly stroking my arm. I slide down and put my head on his lap. I kick off my shoes and curl my legs up on the seat as Damien strokes my hair. Part of me wants to stay like that forever, warm and safe in Damien's lap. — J. Kenner

I think I understand what Damien needs. Not the pain, but the control. — J. Kenner

For a moment his expression reveals nothing. Then I see the smile light his eyes, though it does not reach his lips. He cups my head with his hand and looks at me with an expression of such adoration it takes my breath away. Don't you know, Nikki? No matter where you go, I will always find you. — J. Kenner

It's too big, too powerful. There is no start and no end, nothing with which I can measure the length and breadth of what I feel for you. — J. Kenner

I like Damien Stark. He's not what I expected, but there's something compelling about him - and it's more than just the fact that he's hotter than sin and got me worked up into quite a lather. He seems perfectly comfortable in his own skin. — J. Kenner

- except for the fact that your scars mean you've been hurting, I am one-hundred-percent cool with having them in the painting. Some models, especially the professional ones, it's like painting air-brushed people. Give me something raw any day. — J. Kenner

He picks me up and carries me to bed, then eases up to spoon behind me, his arms around my waist. I sigh, lost in the pleasure of being so well attended to. — J. Kenner

There is power in his touch, power in the slightest look. He is a hard man who commands a billion-dollar enterprise, and right now I am simply one more thing that he owns. — J. Kenner

A reminder that circumstances and the world can be controlled, no matter how futile and lost some moments might feel. — J. Kenner

Except I am; I always am. Even when I am not touching him, I am connected to him. — J. Kenner

Because I can. Because I want you. Because I don't want to court my way up to our first fuck. And because I don't want to play games. — J. Kenner

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 tongue driving you mad. I don't want you to know a goddamn thing except me and the pleasure I bring you. And I want to watch the way your eyes go bright when I finally let you come. — J. Kenner

There is an excitement to being bound. To being helpless. A sensual thrill that comes from trusting fully and abandoning modesty at the command of your lover. — J. Kenner

For my wife for Valentine's Day, A proposition, if I may - Three clues for you, You know what to do - And if you want your present to claim, You're going to have to play my game Now here's the clue that I speak of: Tell me, darling Nikki, what is sweeter than Love? — J. Kenner

I watch his face silently, waiting for him to explain. "I don't want to be the asshole who keeps you away from your friends," he says. "And I don't want you to feel like you have to keep things from me in order to see them. And I'm sorry because you obviously felt exactly that way. — J. Kenner

Where Damien and I are concerned, there is never just silence. There is heat and electricity and lust and need, all harnessing the power of the universe to pull us together. And how can I be expected to fight physics? — J. Kenner

I want to soothe him, want to stroke his cheek and run my fingers through his hair. I want to pull his head to my breast and whisper soft words, and I want to make love to him slowly and sweetly until the shadows of the night are gone and the morning light bathes us in color. — J. Kenner

Don't you dare feel sorry for 'could have'. — J. Kenner

I'm not spiraling down. I could never spiral down with you beside me. You hold me up, Damien. — J. Kenner

with a firm hand under my chin. I stay there, my — J. Kenner

Does it involve getting naked and going back to bed, and you assuring me that you didn't marry me for my culinary skills? — J. Kenner

I imagine you taste like honey," Tyler murmured. "And when I slide my tongue between your legs, I'll lose myself in the sweetness of you. I want to watch your face as the orgasm builds inside you. I want to feel you tremble beneath me. And when you finally explode, I want to hold you in my arms and let my kisses pull you back together. — J. Kenner

I have to concede that I have often needed things that are not only bad for, but very, very dangerous. — J. Kenner

Hey, baby." His voice is low and sensual and now I'm even more angry - this time at myself for letting the caress of his voice shift me from my mission. I rally and speak very firmly and clearly. "Would you please tell Edward that he doesn't have to take me straight home? He seems to be under the impression that you were giving orders and not just telling him a destination." The pause before he answers is ominous. "You need to be ready at six. It's already past two. You need to rest." "What the fuck?" I snap. "Are you my mother?" "It's been a long day, baby. — J. Kenner

Your parents are your first conception of love, the first object of your love. You love them wholly and unconditionally, and expect that back. When you don't get that in return, it colors everything. — J. Kenner

I want it," I repeat. "And not because I need the pain. But because I need you. — J. Kenner

some more general discussion about the — J. Kenner

I'd rather risk screwing up with you than not even try. - Under My Skin — J. Kenner

I nod, understanding the unspoken message: No matter what, he will never stop looking out for me. I can't argue with him about that, after all, I feel the same way. — J. Kenner

You'll be thinking of me, won't you, baby. — J. Kenner

I am like a switch, and all it takes is the slightest contact from Damien to send a wild current through me. To light me up and make me shine. — J. Kenner

I could entice you with words," he said. "Someday, I want to touch you only with my voice and tease you only with my words. I want to watch as you quiver with longing, as your body goes soft and slick. I want to watch the fire build inside you, and I want to make you explode before I even brush a finger over your skin. — J. Kenner

I'd forgotten the depth of my own weakness, and it's never safe to think that you're stronger than you are. — J. Kenner

You didn't find something you liked last night?" Carl asks. "I wouldn't say that," Stark answers, his eyes on me. "But I'm still not satisfied. — J. Kenner

I am alone with you," he says. "And at the same time, neither of us will ever be alone again. — J. Kenner

I'm going to make you come harder and longer than you ever have before, baby, and I'm going to feel every shudder, every ripple of that orgasm as it rips through you because I am going to be right here holding tight to you, buried deep inside you. And, Nikki, I'm not ever letting go. — J. Kenner

I'm smart enough to know that you feel it, too. This isn't just heat, it's a goddamned conflagration. Not chemistry, but nuclear fission. — J. Kenner

In Dallas, June is hot, July is hotter, and August is hell. Not — J. Kenner

Stay put," he says. "Don't touch yourself. Don't put your legs together. You'll come when I let you, Nikki, but not before. Break my rules, and I promise you won't like the punishment. — J. Kenner