Everyone knows that make-up sex is hot. Well, Sylvia and Jackson argue, disagree, and have miscommunications throughout this book. The passion that they share when reconnecting is scorching. It doesn’t matter if they’re in public or in private, nothing keeps them from stripping and claiming each other. “This isn’t about sex or love or even passion. It’s about need. It’s about release.” While the they repeat this pattern, each scene is uniquely descriptive, provocative, and mind-racinlgy naughty.

I love that the BDSM relationship that Sylvia and Jackson have established isn’t based soley on kink. Rather, it is based on a deep connection. “Now, though, they could fight their demons together. Yin and yang. Control and submission. Pleasure and pain. And on and on and on until they sent each other spiraling over that invisible line where it all became the same. Where pain gave way to pleasure, and control revealed itself to be nothing more than surrender.”

On my knees