"Look at you. I want to consume you. Feed off every inch of you and leave nothing." His gaze flared again. "God, look at your breasts, your nipples. " She glanced down, her eyes searching for what he saw, what made him so hungry. Her breasts were as they had always been - large, full - but her nipples, her nipples were the hardest she'd ever seen them, and so dark, the color of wine. "Mine," Lucian growled, releasing her buttock and reaching around to cup one heavy globe, feel it's weight in his hand. Bronwyn sucked air through her teeth, then moaned. His skin on hers felt so good, so right - just as she'd imagined it. He took what he wanted, reveled in it, placed one turgid peak between his fingers and rolled it gently, then squeezed. Bronwyn cried out, the sound echoing off the trees. Not from pain, never from pain. But from pleasure, the sweet pleasure streaking down her chest to her very core.