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She’s always so sensuous.

So responsive.

When I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, positioning her to take my cock deeper, I’m not alone in the divine inferno melting my brain.

She’s there with me.

Her heavy-lidded eyes watching in lusty fascination, her gasping lips begging, her body open and waiting.

She’s always been so open for me, begging me to accept her as she is.

That ring on her finger is how I promised her I wouldn’t have her any other way.

And I need her just as she is, right now, as I sink so deep it makes me shudder.

Our eyes lock in this primal war, her aching to pull everything out of me, pressing her palms to my cheeks.

Just for a moment, to tease, I roll my hips back and hold my next thrust, counting.

By the count of five, she gives me a look of pure hell and opens her lips.

I press my finger to their pink middle.

“Not yet. Hold it for me, darling.”

Then comes the shock as I slam into her in a single hungry thrust, the familiar depths of her body opening to take me till I fit so wickedly inside her.

The sugar rush of pleasure thieves our breath away.

Too much. Too fucking much.

I’m fighting her till the bitter end, battling to hold back, to prolong this bliss.

She’s clinging to my neck as I raise us up, march across the room, and power slam her against the door with my thrusts.

I hold her there with my body, stealing the taste of my name off her lips again and again and again.

Slow.

Furious.

Diabolical, this thing.

The first time I have her as my wife, and there’ll never be a last time.

That’s the sweet reminder I need to let go, to kiss her frantically, to bury myself to the hilt and explode.

There are no words for the lightning storm arcing up my back and splitting my head.

I go rigid, pumping molten seed, filling her till she overflows with me and squeezes me for dear life as she goes off again.

I think her nails delve lines down my back—a compliment, not a complaint.

That ocean saltwater might sting when we venture out tomorrow, but believe me, I’ll be smiling at the reminder of tonight.

And I’m giving her plenty to remember, tangling my tongue with hers, fusing our lips, communing with her soul in a kiss that matches our revelry.

Fuck.

This is the first night of the rest of our lives.

For too long, I was trapped in an endless winter. This heat between us burns that cold away, until there’s only Felicity to light and warm and baptize my world.

I’ll never let her go.

Never.

And I keep her close to me all night, loving her again and again and again, returning for more till we’re slicked in sweat and can barely stand, and still...still, I crave more.

I’ll always crave this woman.

Always crave us.

There’s no one else in the universe who could fit me the way Fliss does, smiling up at me with dreams in her eyes that can rival the starscape waiting outside.

Some men are happy with their millions. Trophies and treasures are what most folks die for, but I’ve found something infinitely more valuable, more true, and far more damned fulfilling.

This mad, gigantic, and forever hungry love.

This beautiful insanity with my wife, my Felicity, forged in pain and molded in heart, always surer than any gold.

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