CAROLINE'S POV
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My body shudders as his hands find my waist. His touch is possessive, and his skin is warm. I can feel the heat from his palms sweeping through the material, licking at my skin. It's a sweet ache that I'd happily let myself burn for. Lucian's one hand travels up the side of my body, sliding over the side of my ribs, moving to my shoulder blades. Heat coils in my lower back as his palm slides over the top of my spine toward my nape, and goosebumps erupt all over as his fingers weave into my hair, curling as he fists his hand.
Pulling me flush against him, I stumble at the sudden movement, and my hands flatten against his hard chest. "It's not an act." He murmurs breathlessly, his chest rising and falling unevenly underneath my touch. His lips brush over mine ever so lig
