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“Upstairs?” The question doesn’t sound human when it boils out of me.

She’s trembling as she nods.

I had to be sure.

I have to know she’s dying for it just like I am.

Before another second passes, I go caveman.

I toss my wife over my shoulder and carry her upstairs, hating that she might not get a second outing with that dress after all.

It’s going to be shredded like confetti before I’m through.

13

CRAZY CLOSE TO HEAVEN (SYLVIE)

Idon’t know how it happens, but suddenly, Luca devours me.

His lips are soft, feral.

A force of nature.

A contradiction, an addiction, and devastating.

And I melt into it so, so easily as he moves against me, his hands slowly gliding up my legs.

I’m overwhelmed by the sugar rush, and I kiss him back with an intensity that scares me, needing this man more than I’ve ever needed anything.

New nerve endings I didn’t know I had hum to life.

I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.

Luca’s hands keep roaming, sharing the hunger of his lips, tracing the curve of my hips and the sides of my breasts.

The sensation overwhelms me and I jerk back with a gasp.

“Perfect, perfect. Do you understand you fucking skin me alive, dove?” he rasps against my mouth.

He moves down, engraving me with more firestorm kisses along the side of my neck. His hands maneuver me down to that massive bed.

He doesn’t need to guide me now.

I’m on autopilot, basking in his presence.

I want him on top of me, a human eclipse.

I want his hands, his mouth, his everything.

Whatever he wants, I’m game.

I’ve read the word intoxicating in books a thousand times. But until now, I’ve never understood it.

This man is sorcery, all dark spells of the flesh, bending me to his will.

Thank God he’s my husband, too.

It’s ridiculous to think that, but it adds another dimension because it means this is natural.