touch her, smell her, taste her
As I was going through some passages in the book, I came across the above quote about Lucien’s thoughts towards Elain, his mate… And I couldn’t help but notice some parallels to Azriel’s thoughts towards Elain in his bonus chapter. Maybe it’s nothing… Or maybe it adds onto the second mate theory…
He knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her. Letting his scarred fingerstouch her immaculate skin. Letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. Elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.
Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it.
But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it.