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“Paris?”

“You were not chosen because your father is the gatekeeper, but because you shone the brightest. Shinier than any other elf in existence, wreathed in the promise of change. Much like you were written to be the love of Silvanus’s life, you are also written to be the hope of this world.”

Caer’s words came back to me. She’d basically told me about the essence inside me. Played me hard.

Hope of this world, huh? What, by making her the queen of everything? No way. I would follow Gavriel’s plan, thanks. Get my hands on Blood Melody and send her packing.

Great. More perfect timing. Talk about a bubble burster.

I sniffled. “Sorry. I’m… It’s the brain. I won’t shut up.”

“We’ll stop.”

Due to me being a hotpot of confusing messiness, him saying those two words fired up my engines again. Because him pulling away right now was out of the question.

Our dicks remained firm, and my thinking needed to be quelled by his body.

I crushed my lips to his for half a minute before whispering, “Make love to me, Silv.” A pause. “Unless you want to stop.”

The next round of kissing told me all I needed to know.

No stopping here until the merry end.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Silvanus

Islid into him, his sensitive muscles closing around me with a divine grip. He breathed his pleasure into my face, a warm caress against my lips.

I thrust gently, keeping a slow rhythm, savoring every sensation of being inside him.

By Selene, this was the definition of bliss.

His hands slid up and down my back in gentle, velvety strokes. He held my gaze, those eyes beyond enchanting, his pointy ears too cute to be real.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, tiny beads of sweat glistening on his brow.

I kissed him in response.

He looked at me differently now. A blend of passion and something more profound. An unchained part of him floating on the surface for me to see. The truest part of him.

Love…

Paris moaned, moving his hands to my buttocks. He adjusted himself, lifting his hips to encourage me to go deeper. His lips quirked, his fingers teasing the crease of my backside.

My mouth covered his again and I thrust deeper, speeding up.

“Fuck…” he rasped, eyes still locked onto mine.

Having him beneath me, watching me in his new way, almost made me cry with utter happiness. He belonged there and belonged with me. We were meant to be, put together for purposes of the heart. He made me weak, opened up new possibilities.

Mine.

Forever mine.

I didn’t need the curse to tell me he was my one true love. The euphoria of simply being by his side already did that, along with the complicated road we traveled to get here.

“Yes,” he purred. “Yes.” He stroked a finger across my crease, lifting his head to kiss me.