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I shrugged, unable to suppress my quivering. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I might explode. My balls ached, the rest of my body on the same page. Gagging for some lips and fingers and skin and teeth.

Yum.

His hands slid up and down my torso. “You called me Silv, by the way.”

“Oh. Did I?”

“Just now.” He kissed my breastbone. “I enjoy it immensely.”

Ripples of pleasure went through me, his voice so richly sexual.

“Well then, Silv. How about we stop talking?”

“What ever will we do instead?”

I ground against his dick. “Make love to me.”

What. The. Fuck. Where did that come from? What happened to asking him to fuck me? That’s what I meant to say, not…not this.

He claimed my lips in another kiss, the energy behind it more fervent now. His tongue found mine, his desire consuming me. Hot and incredible, making me match his kissing, wrestling our tongues.

More precum leaked from me, the feel of his dick sliding against me almost too much for my boner to handle.

Almost. I wouldn’t be getting there yet.

I broke the kiss, climbing off him and crawling up the bed. I rolled onto my back, high on his saliva and touch. My head sank into the soft, doubled-up pillows.

He followed me, spreading his body over mine, his face level with me.

“Silv…” I cupped his face, losing myself in the scarlet wonderland of his eyes. “I want you so badly.”

He growled with appreciation, kissing me again.

Fuck. With every passing second, I knew being with him was so right. Whatever complications lingered on the horizon, I belonged to him now. There wasn’t a life beyond this room without him in it anymore.

Never. He had to stay forever.

However long forever might be.

He lifted my legs, gently placing them over his shoulders. We didn’t need lube, his vampire body accommodating all sexual situations.

Handy.

“I will never let you go,” he whispered. “I promise.”

At totally the wrong moment, I burst into tears. I spoiled everything by sobbing, losing complete control of, well, everything.

“Paris?” He sat up, his turn to cup my face. “What’s the matter?”

Can I have a paper bag for my stupid face, please? “Shit. Sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

He wiped my tears away gently with his fingers, caring for me, being so tender and lovely. “I’m here. Talk to me.”

Bollocks. Why now? That would teach me for trying to be all sexy during a shit storm. There was so much to process and here I was, waving my arse at the man I’d fallen in love with because I needed to fuck the anxieties away.

Make love…

Time to end this for now—the sex, not the lovey stuff. That could stay. But I should be focusing on seeing this key to The Wheel of Beginning, not getting it on. And there were elves downstairs I needed to talk to. They were my family and I wanted to… I wasn’t sure what I wanted, actually. Could we build something? Or was it too late?