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In a heartbeat, Silas moves closer, his hand cupping my jaw as he presses his lips against mine. It’s slow at first, teasing. But the second I open my mouth to him, it turns into something deeper, more urgent. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as his hands move to my waist, gripping me like he never wants to let go.

He tastes sweet like ice cream and intoxicating like wine.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You drive me crazy, Leah, you know that?”

“Good,” I murmur, breathless. “Because it isn’t just you.”

Our clothes fall away with a kind of desperation, fingers fumbling to undo buttons and pull at zippers until there’s nothing between us but skin. He’s hard and warm against me. His hands roam my body like he’s memorizing every curve, every inch of me.

I shiver under his touch, my body aching for more.

“Tell me what you want,” Silas growls into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“I want you,” I gasp, arching into him. “I want all of you, Silas.”

He obliges and kisses his way down my body till his lips cover my heat. I thrash against him as he holds my legs, his face buried in my wetness, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“What are you doing to me, Silas?” Darkness envelops me as his tongue tells me just how much he wants me.

My body tightens, and I can feel my orgasm building. Silas must’ve felt it too because he leaves me, shivering and wanting, and returns his lips to my mouth. I kiss him desperately, tasting myself on his tongue.

“I want you to come with me inside you,” he rasps against my lips.

All I can do is mumble incoherent nonsense as I feel his hardness pressing against me. When he finally enters me, it’s like the world tilts on its axis. My fingers dig into his back, andthe sound that escapes my lips is something raw, something I can’t control.

The way he moves inside me is maddening, slow and deliberate at first, but quickly becoming faster, harder.

“Oh my God, Leah,” he groans, his lips grazing my neck. “You feel so damn good.”

Again, I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone words. All I know is the way his body feels against mine, the way every thrust pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I grip his shoulders, biting my lip as the pleasure builds, threatening to consume me.

“I can’t hold—Silas—I’m so close,” I pant, my voice barely a whisper.

“Come for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough and demanding.

And I do. The climax hits me with a force that takes my breath away, my entire body shuddering as I bite back his name. God, he completes me. I don’t want to do this with anyone else: no one else but him.

In the haze of pleasure, the words slip out before I can stop them.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice trembling and barely audible.

But as the high fades, and we collapse into each other’s arms, reality crashes back down. I feel him still as he lies atop me, but he says nothing. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest.

I just told him I loved him. Jesus Christ. I just told Silas Waverly I loved him.Damn it.

What was I thinking?

Chapter twenty

Silas

There’s something perversely ironicabout waking up in the City of Love, haunted by nightmares. But here I am, staring at the ornate ceiling of a five-star Parisian hotel, drenched in cold sweat, my mind still clawing its way out of the recurring dream.

My brother. The earthquake. The helplessness.

My brother’s face, panicked and pale, flashes before me just before he disappears under the rubble. I sit up, taking a breath, wiping the sweat off my forehead. The room is dim, but not dark, just how I like it.

Then, I hear her—Leah—her footsteps soft as she steps out of the bathroom.

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