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Again, from Soul Mates: Sacrifice... I set
off to find Lucien, but didn't expect to see him waiting at the end of the hall as I
rounded the corner. I watched him as I walked toward him, but not once did he turn his
head to look at me. He cupped his hand to his face and I slowed when I saw a thin trail of
smoke rise into the air. When I
finally made it to him, he offered the cigarette; one of Silver's custom rolled smokes. I
took it and looked at it, then at Lucien. "Since when do you smoke?" "Simon
is cooking," he said, shrugging. "I thought you should eat." I took a
drag off the cigarette and reached out to steady myself against the wall, knowing that
first hit would tilt my world sideways. Instead, Lucien pulled me against him, nudging one
of his legs between mine. He leaned in and the barest touch of his lips to my throat made
my heart skip a few beats. "God,
Lucien, what are you doing?" "If
you have to ask," he whispered, sucking up a mark just beneath my ear, "then I'm
doing something wrong." My head
was buzzing and I couldn't seem to come up with any sort of response. He grabbed my hips
and pulled me close, forcing me to rub up and down against his thigh between my legs. "Oh,
fuck…" I dropped my head to his chest. His
scent washed through me. It was a mix of a dozen things all put together to make it Lucien
and Lucien alone: leather, a little cinnamon, clove, and vanilla, and that one deeper,
darker scent that had nothing to do with spice or flowers and everything to do with
something rich and infinitely dark—blood. I pushed
his T-shirt up with my free hand and tucked it behind his head, his arms still trapped in
the sleeves. For a moment I was dumbstruck, just staring at that flushed skin, his
perfectly sculpted chest… No
matter how many people I'd been with in the course of my life – and even in my time
in the coven – no one compared to Lucien. He was the only one who could make me feel
like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. He was
the only one who made my heart race with such excitement and anticipation. The one who
owned me with not only his touch, but the intent behind it. The only one whose caresses
could leave a blazing trail of fire along my skin so intense that it threatened to consume
me. He was
the only one I could lose myself in completely. I ran my
hand down the center of his chest, watching in awe as his muscles contracted beneath my
hand. The sharp intake of his breath drew my gaze up to his. Pale blue eyes stared back at
me with an intensity that just shattered me. And he
knew it.
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