His voice, molded to the hollow places in her as he says, “I want you.” And then, again, “I have always wanted you.” Luc looks down at her, those green eyes dark with pleasure, and Addie fights to hold her ground. “You want me as a prize,” she says. “You want me as a meal, or a glass of wine. Just another thing to be consumed.” He dips his head, presses his lips to her collarbone. “Is that so wrong?” She fights back a shiver as he kisses her throat. “Is it such a bad thing…” His mouth trails along her jaw. “… to be savored?” His breath brushes her ear. “To be relished?”
