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couldn’t even believe she was having this conversation. She’d never thought about the existence of other beings in this world.
But as he stared at her, looking perfectly relaxed with those glowing blue eyes, she knew she was looking at one now.
But she had no idea what he was.
“You have wings, but you’re no angel,” she said. “Vampire?”
“No,” he said, a small smile quirking his lips. “I don’t suck blood.”
“A superhero?” she asked. “From another planet?”
“No,” he said.
“I give up,” she said.
“Is it enough to just know I’m different, but I would never hurt you?” he asked, leaning in to stroke one hand over her cheek.
Warmth filled her, taking away all her anxiety, and she sank into it
What did it matter what he was when she felt this good around him? She’d never seen him do anything but good things, except when evil people needed to be taught a lesson.
Then he was downright scary.
But this Luc was another Luc altogether. Kind. Warm. Soothing. Like the iciness that was usually around him pulled back just a little, letting her see the true him inside.
“All right,” she said. “I’ll stop the third degree for now. Whatever you are, thank you for saving me,” she said, leaning against his shoulder. He tightened up and then relaxed, bringing his hand around her. Even after the violence he’d wrought, being here touching him felt completely right.
“I mean, I’ll try not to think about it, but how did you do that?” she asked, mostly babbling to herself. “How did you make that man freeze like that, and how did you—”
She was cut off as his lips closed over hers, his hands burying themselves in her hair, his breath mingling with hers as they kissed deeply.
He drew back, keeping their foreheads together, his eyes averted downward.
“What would you say if I told you I was a monster?” he asked, sounding desperate beneath the calm tone of his voice. “What if I told you I wasn’t good?”
She looked into his eyes, unfathomable, swirling blue. “I would try to understand why you felt that so I could tell you you were wrong.”
He was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking gently over her temple. “I wish I was an angel, for you.”
She smiled softly, enjoying his touch. “Whatever you are is enough for me.” She put her hand over his. “Let’s just enjoy what we have.”
The woman inside her didn’t want to waste another second. If he truly was something from another world, she didn’t know how much time she had with him. And even if she would have said this was crazy only a few days ago, right now, the only thing that felt crazy was not taking the chance she’d been given.
She reached a hand around his neck. “Can you read my mind?”
“I could, but I don’t want to.”
“Why?” she asked, already breathless just from his stare.
He drew a finger over her ear and down her neck. “Because I can usually tell what you’re thinking. And anything else, I would want you to tell me on your own. I don’t want to steal anything.”
She was touched by that, felt warmth pooling in her belly like hot chocolate. She moved in until their lips were super close again, letting the tension tingle between them.
He closed the distance, his hand snaking around her back and pulling her in tight against him, his kiss becoming urgent, possessive, as his lips left her mouth and travelled over her neck, to her collarbone, over the tops of her breasts where they met. Up to her shoulders. Kissing and caressing and making his mark all over her skin. Searing her to the core.
“Luc,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t,” he said, picking her up in his arms. “Not with all the magic powers in the world.” He looked around. “Where is your room?”
She pointed to the stairs, and he stormed toward them. Apparently, he felt all the heat and urgency she did. That whatever was between them was something wonderful that needed to be explored right
But as he stared at her, looking perfectly relaxed with those glowing blue eyes, she knew she was looking at one now.
But she had no idea what he was.
“You have wings, but you’re no angel,” she said. “Vampire?”
“No,” he said, a small smile quirking his lips. “I don’t suck blood.”
“A superhero?” she asked. “From another planet?”
“No,” he said.
“I give up,” she said.
“Is it enough to just know I’m different, but I would never hurt you?” he asked, leaning in to stroke one hand over her cheek.
Warmth filled her, taking away all her anxiety, and she sank into it
What did it matter what he was when she felt this good around him? She’d never seen him do anything but good things, except when evil people needed to be taught a lesson.
Then he was downright scary.
But this Luc was another Luc altogether. Kind. Warm. Soothing. Like the iciness that was usually around him pulled back just a little, letting her see the true him inside.
“All right,” she said. “I’ll stop the third degree for now. Whatever you are, thank you for saving me,” she said, leaning against his shoulder. He tightened up and then relaxed, bringing his hand around her. Even after the violence he’d wrought, being here touching him felt completely right.
“I mean, I’ll try not to think about it, but how did you do that?” she asked, mostly babbling to herself. “How did you make that man freeze like that, and how did you—”
She was cut off as his lips closed over hers, his hands burying themselves in her hair, his breath mingling with hers as they kissed deeply.
He drew back, keeping their foreheads together, his eyes averted downward.
“What would you say if I told you I was a monster?” he asked, sounding desperate beneath the calm tone of his voice. “What if I told you I wasn’t good?”
She looked into his eyes, unfathomable, swirling blue. “I would try to understand why you felt that so I could tell you you were wrong.”
He was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking gently over her temple. “I wish I was an angel, for you.”
She smiled softly, enjoying his touch. “Whatever you are is enough for me.” She put her hand over his. “Let’s just enjoy what we have.”
The woman inside her didn’t want to waste another second. If he truly was something from another world, she didn’t know how much time she had with him. And even if she would have said this was crazy only a few days ago, right now, the only thing that felt crazy was not taking the chance she’d been given.
She reached a hand around his neck. “Can you read my mind?”
“I could, but I don’t want to.”
“Why?” she asked, already breathless just from his stare.
He drew a finger over her ear and down her neck. “Because I can usually tell what you’re thinking. And anything else, I would want you to tell me on your own. I don’t want to steal anything.”
She was touched by that, felt warmth pooling in her belly like hot chocolate. She moved in until their lips were super close again, letting the tension tingle between them.
He closed the distance, his hand snaking around her back and pulling her in tight against him, his kiss becoming urgent, possessive, as his lips left her mouth and travelled over her neck, to her collarbone, over the tops of her breasts where they met. Up to her shoulders. Kissing and caressing and making his mark all over her skin. Searing her to the core.
“Luc,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t,” he said, picking her up in his arms. “Not with all the magic powers in the world.” He looked around. “Where is your room?”
She pointed to the stairs, and he stormed toward them. Apparently, he felt all the heat and urgency she did. That whatever was between them was something wonderful that needed to be explored right
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