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shoulder the weight of anymore guilt. “I’m okay now.”
    His lashes fluttered and his body covered mine, he wasn’t moving, just holding me like one would a treasure. Cradling me in his strong arms, his face turned from mine so that I couldn’t read the recrimination in his eyes.
    Something thick and wet and warm pressed against my chest and I knew if I looked that I’d see I had sliced him deep and that wetness was his blood. I licked my lips; my body still felt battered from the rush of that violent and swift change. Normally it didn’t hurt, but normally Luc was much more in control of himself then he’d been tonight.
    I hurt everywhere. I needed this sex now more than ever. No way could I hope to get any type of rest with not only the beating Billy had put me through, but now this change. Human Pandora didn’t want sex, demon Pandora did.
    Demon won out.
    Gently, I sifted my fingers through Luc’s shoulder length blond hair, massaging his head with circular strokes until the tension eased from his body.
    I should be scared, but I sensed his fear of hurting me again would help keep him in check this time around.
    “Luc,” I whispered, “kiss me.”
    He groaned, still not looking at me. “How can you ask me that? How can you still trust me after what I just did?”
    I didn’t stop the massage, which seemed to help, because he shifted, looked at me with that familiar blue gaze. There was such need, such emotion. I wasn’t used to this, Luc was steadfast, his emotions never betraying how he truly felt. Frost bitten, I liked to call him.
    He moved, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and holding me as close as could be without slipping into my skin. And yes, the act is possible given proper conditions.
    “You were hurt...and I lost my head.” He shuddered.
    You might think it’s crazy, but Luc and I have never had a heart to heart. We were sexual partners, and we’d risked our bodies for the other on more than one occasion, but we never shared.
    Well, let me rephrase that.
    He’d never shared.
    I had tried once, many years ago. He’d stopped me, told me that talk like that could get a neph killed. I had to bury it, speak of it to one, not even to the night’s breeze. Everything had ears, danger was everywhere. This was a dog eat dog world, show any weakness and your enemy could, and would, exploit it. I hadn’t listened, and paid the price.
    He didn’t seem to want to say more, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear more. All I wanted from Luc in this moment was his body pressed to mine.
    I ran my finger up his spine, beginning to feel more myself with each minute that ticked past. And as the pain slipped away desire began to slowly take its place.
    The feel of him pressed against my thigh made me more wet. He wasn’t as hard as he’d been since we started talking, a problem I rectified immediately. I shifted, my knee grazing that piece of velvet.
    He groaned and I smiled.
    I grabbed his face, turning him to me and nipped his chin.
    His nostrils flared and his body stirred.
    Luc grabbed my breasts, giving the nipples a tight squeeze. “Are you sure?” Desire was riding him but so was that thread of uncertainty.
    I wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself, forcing his solid thickness against my wet core and pressed into him. He hissed. “Answer enough?”
    With a possessive growl, he slipped inside, pumping up and down. Moving in long, sure strokes.
    I gasped. I could feel the magick of our joining run like a heady intoxicant through my veins. It was fire and ice. It burned, but it felt so good. He sat up, still joined to me but freeing his hands.
    I got my first good look at his chest and cried out at the angry lacerations of his shredded flesh.
    “Oh, Luc,” I whispered, the apology heavy on my tongue.
    He reached between our bodies, his thumb finding my center and he rubbed it while still keeping the pounding rhythm of sweat-slicked skin slapping skin.
    I forget everything