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much like a purr, fell from my lips.
    He pushed the jeans down, then kicked them to the side and stood before me in all his nude glory. I couldn’t have looked away if I’d wanted to. Clothed, we’re gorgeous, nude...we’re breathtaking.
    Luc crawled onto the bed on all fours and my pulse sped. He touched me and my back arched. My fingers bunched at the sheets and a cry, both of pain and unbearable desire, spilled from me.
    He found the zipper at the side of my corset.
    “Hurry,” I gasped, frantic with the need to feel him touch me, bare skin to bare skin.
    My nipples pebbled the second they touched cool air. I shifted, helping him to take the corset off. He threw the corset over his shoulder and groaned, his irises dilated with a hunger so intense it made my mouth water.
    He dropped down, taking one nipple into his mouth and pulled, hard. The velvet heat of his mouth made me cry out. I drew his head down harder, my nails scraping his scalp, mumbling things I couldn’t quite understand.
    One last, long lick and then he turned to my other nipple, giving it the same tender care.
    “Luc, please...”
    “Please what?” his voice was a guttural growl. His eyes were cold, calculating. “What do you want, Pandora?”
    I moaned, squeezed my eyes shut against the delicious torture. “You. I want you.”
    “Look at me,” he demanded.
    I looked.
    “I want to watch every look, every shadow that crosses your face. When you come I want to see your eyes grow soft for me. I want you to scream my name.” His hands moved between us and he hooked his thumb under the band of my skirt. He yanked hard and it tore with a loud rip.
    I gasped.
    Luc leaned back, but his hot gaze never moved from mine. His eyes glittered like jewels and were filled with something both dark and possessive. But I knew he was still holding himself back, because I wasn’t transforming, when Luc was ready, I would no longer look like me.
    Fear slammed through me like a fist to the gut.
    Only once have I seen him this wild—my pulse thrummed violently, fear laced my nerves endings—and when it’d happened, I’d nearly died. Luc wasn’t just having sex, he was marking me. I was scared, lust was not. She roared to life, her desire pouring through me with the swiftness of wildfire.
    Luc grabbed my thigh, pinning my leg to his waist, his eyes swirled. The purple and silver crashing and rolling like a turbulent sea. My scalp prickled.
    Have you ever been outside in an electrical storm? Ever smelled that metallic scent of ozone and felt the raw shiver of air charged with millions of volts of pure power?
    Well, Luc’s power felt like that. And that is not good. It meant he was losing control to the demon.
    All the fine hairs on my body stood on end. I tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin.
    “No,” he growled, sharing his voice with another.
    He ripped my skirt from top to bottom, not giving me time to shift, he yanked and when he did the last of his self-control vanished.
    My muscles tensed. This was gonna hurt.
    His power fell on me with the force of a tsunami, my bones shifted, my skin stretched and pulled. Blonde hair tore through my head like hypodermic needles pushing from the inside out.
    I screamed, bucked beneath him, clawed at his chest.
    He swallowed my screams with his lips. I heard whispers, but couldn’t make them out. I writhed, heaving for air that didn’t burn.
    Hands were on my face, eyes that were no longer so purple held my own. Words that had seemed jumbled, now began to make sense. “Breathebreathe...breathe. I’m sorry, Pandora. So sorry.”
    I blinked, his beautiful tanned face coming back into focus—the blackness in my skull washing slowly away.
    “Pandora.” His voice shook. My name felt like a plea to understand he’d been lost and not to judge him for it.
    I took a deep breath and tried to focus, counting slowly to five before I trusted myself to speak. “Ssh.” I laid my finger to his lips, not willing to let him