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she moaned.
Marc, busy nibbling on her ear, chuckled, the sound vibrating her sensitive lobe. "Hey, Thad, isn't there a French expression for pleasure that involves dying?"
Dark eyes, with a tiny pinprick of red, a color she'd come to appreciate as she now associated it with excitement and not pain, at least when Thad wore it, met hers. "Ah yes, la petite mort, an eloquent way of saying climax. Something you'll be enjoying several of."