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

Maybe you aren't as smart as you think you are, Mr. Stark."
"Nonsense. I'm fucking brilliant. Or haven't you heard?

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.

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

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.

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?

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

I see the desire on his face, as vibrant and wild as my own need.

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

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

He is not a man who hurts the woman he loves.

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

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.

You, Nikki, are the only person I can be with and still be alone. You see me - the core of me. And not only do you see me, but you love me.

Damien, wake up." I shake his shoulder. "Either we really set the sheets on fire, or something out there is burning.

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

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

Wherever I am, you belong. You're mine. Say it.

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

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

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

It is suddenly very, very hot in the limo,

some more general discussion about the

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

I love you, Nikki. I say it with every touch, with every look, with every breath that I take. I love you. I love you so much it hurts.

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

You have captured me utterly, and you hold my heart in your hands. Be gentle with it. It's more fragile than you might think.

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

We're moving so fast." "No," he said gently. "We're just moving at the speed of us.

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.

He began to walk slowly around me, as a man in a museum might circle a statue.

But - I cut myself off. The truth is I don't give a fuck what happens

Because I see you, he said simply. What I heard was, Because I love you.

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

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

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

Whatever you need from me, all you have to do is take it. You know that.

So maybe we're both broken," I said. "Maybe we make each other whole.

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.

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

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

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

Don't you dare feel sorry for 'could have'.

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

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

And that is the real elephant in the room. The monkey in my wrench. The worm in my candy bar ...

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

Please, Damien. You can't control the world? So what? Control me.

I have no idea what time it is in London, and have had too much wine to bother with the math to figure it out.

Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.

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

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.

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

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

Maybe this man does have secrets and skeletons. But right now, I'm seeing his heart. And I like what I see.

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

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

And the way you look at me, as if there is nothing you could see inside me that would make you want to turn away.

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

He is power and poetry, grace and perfection, and I feel my body tighten in response to the beauty that is Damien.

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

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

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.

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

And the blast destroys everything it touches.

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

You're amazing, Mr. Stark. You just blink and things happen.

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.

I can paint love and pain and honor and longing and any goddamn emotion you want to name. But saying it? Showing it? I'm not good at that, baby.

There's nothing good about an atomic reaction,

Because Damien Stark is like crack to me. Seductive and very, very addictive.

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

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

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.

You're like the portrait," he says. "A vision of erotic beauty. But a portrait isn't flesh, and its beauty can't feel pleasure.

Most of all, I think of how much I've needed all of those things, and of the scars I now bear as testament to my weakness.

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.