She may have had more light in her than he did, but her shadows matched his. And he wanted to sink into her darkness and honor every inky shade. “You must think I’m—” Leaning in, he cut her off by brushing his lips up the side of her throat to the softness beneath her ear. “I think you’re a marvelous, wicked thing,” he murmured. Scraping the tips of his fangs over the hinge of her jaw, he grinned like the demon he was as she gasped and arched into him. “You surprise me more and more each day,” he said, dragging his lips to the corner of her mouth.
