“No, but I prefer to be the only Lucin familiar with the shape of your body and the fragrance of your”—he lowers his nose to the delicate skin behind my earlobe—“cunt.” I break out in goosebumps. Never would I have imagined my body reacting to that skeevy word with anything other than distaste, and yet, from Dante’s lips, it sounds downright sensual.
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