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Darkness wrapped around her, and Addie felt as if her heart would beat free of her chest. There was nothing quite like the sensation of Luc. He was all encompassing, the woods on a starless summer night, a song played on a lonely violin along the Seine.
He was darkness itself.
And as much as Addie despised it, she yearned for him every moment he was gone.
Shadow forming into long, pale fingers drifted up her bare arm and across her collar to rest against her throat.
“My Adeline…”
She bristled, as he knew she would, given the teasing smirk on his lips as he rolled them so her legs straddled his bare waist.
“You are mine, you said it yourself. As I am yours.” Luc whispered against her breast. The perfect cupids bow lips, that she had drawn over and over, mouthed at her skin, his vivid green eyes hidden behind fluttering black lashes.
It was unfair, how beautiful he was. But, Addie supposed she had no one but herself to blame.
Addie was tired of watching, and wove her fingers through his inky black curls, and pulled his head back, away from her. His eyes so dark a green they were almost black, and Addie bared her teeth in a grin.
Oh, he enjoyed that.
She crashed her mouth to his, claiming him the way he had cursed her three hundred years ago. Her teeth tugged at his lips, and if it were possible, would have broken skin.
He pulled back, breathless and laughing. “Adeline…”
Luc’s hands found her hips, gripping tightly and lifting her as his own hips thrust beneath her, and there was nothing like it. No matter how many times, or how many others.
He was made for her.
By her own hand.
“My Luc…”