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I chewed my bottom lip, feeling as tight as a coiled spring. Hard as stone between my legs, burning up in a good way.

Touch me.

Touch me.

Touch me.

“Paris?”

I dropped the towel without thinking.

His eyes sparkled, his plump, luscious lips parting.

He removed his towel, revealing the gorgeous length and girth of his dick.

Wow. I’d never tire of looking at it. But it was better to feel it.

Oh, how I wanted to feel it.

“Come here,” he commanded, with ball-tightening yumminess.

I climbed into his lap. His hands sliding to my hips, then down to my arse and cupping it, gently kneading the flesh.

Fuck. Yeah.

Slightly higher than him for once in this position, I brought my lips to his in the softest of kisses. A gentle melding of our flesh, skimming the edges of frantic lust.

He groaned against my mouth, taking a break to speak. “Here we are.” He brushed his lips against mine.

I took his head in my hands, finding my voice again. “I love you. I really love you, Silv. It’s a lot to handle, but you’ve sunk your fangs into me deeper than any man.” My forehead furrowed. “The first fanged man, actually. And what the fuck am I talking about?”

He laughed, kissing my neck once, then gazed up at me again. “I love you, Paris Raine. More than any man with pointed ears.”

Ugh. Why did I have to snort in response? “Thanks.”

He placed his hand to my heart. “This is motivation to win this war, to save this world. I want to feel every beat of your heart every single day.”

Oof. There went my cheeks getting all flushed. Not because of embarrassment, but because his words were just so amazing to hear.

I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “Thank you for always being there for me. You’re my rock.”

He licked his lips. “I will be your rock for as long as you require.”

“How about forever?”

“Deal.” He kissed my neck again. “We don’t have to do this now.”

I decided to be playful. “Do what?”

He tilted his head, his lips cocked in a half-smirk.

“Well?” I pressed. “I’m waiting for you to solve the mystery.”

Naughty intent flared in his peepers. “I have no idea.”

I beeped his nose. “Right.” His hardness pressed against my arse, nestled in the crevice, the feel of his need getting me sticky. I looked down to see the precum ooze off the tip of my dick, dripping onto his abs.

He glanced down himself. “Something to tell me?”