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For a moment, Elle just looked at him. Then she leaned forward and kissed him.

This kiss was different. It was soft and gentle. It was like they were starting fresh.

When Elle pulled back, her eyes were shiny with tears. “I don’t know if I love you yet. I think I might. I think I am starting to.”

“That is enough. That is more than enough.”

Elle kissed him again. This time it was deeper. She caressed the nape of his neck with her fingers and pulled him closer. Silas grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into his lap.

“Elle,” he mumbled between kisses. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything. I want you, Silas. Right now.”

“We should go to the bedroom,” he groaned, as Elle ground hard against him.

“No. I want you right here. Right now. I do not want to wait.”

Chapter 18 - Elle

Elle thought she knew what it felt like to be with Silas. The first night they spent together was full of lust and desire. But this was different.

This Silas, hovering over her with reverence in his eyes, and his hands trembling a little, as he touched her. Like she was a precious treasure. That was him murmuring her name over and over again, confessing his love and kissing her.

This was what making love felt like, and it was much more overwhelming than Elle could have imagined.

Silas had eventually taken her into his bedroom and put her down on his bed gently. He had taken his sweet time, kissing every inch of flesh he saw, uttering words of adoration that made Elle's eyes burn with tears.

“So beautiful,” Silas murmured against her skin, trailing kisses down her stomach. “Perfect. Mine.”

“Yours.” The word spilled out before she could retract it.

Silas's eyes flashed with something fierce, possessive, and tender. “Say it again.”

“I'm yours,” Elle whispered.

Silas groaned and mapped out her body with his hands and mouth, like an expert.

When he finally found his way between her thighs, Elle was so needy that she was trembling, and her body ached to have him. It was so much more than physical desire.

“Please,” she breathed. “Silas, please.”

“I’ve got you,” he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing himself with her slick. “I'll always have you.”

Then he slowly thrust inside, so slowly that Elle wanted to scream with frustration. But Silas held her hips still, keeping the pace gentle and measured despite the tension she could see in every line of his body.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

Elle met his gaze, and what she saw almost destroyed her.

Love. Absolute, pure, naked love.

Silas gave her a slow, deep thrust that made Elle's back arch off the bed. “I love you, Elle. Every part of you. Everything you are.”

Elle raised her hands and rubbed her thumb against his cheekbones. “Silas…”

“You don't need to say it back.” his hips found a rhythm, and his balls slowly slapped against her ass. “I just need you to know it and feel it.”

And God, Elle could feel it. In all the soft strokes, the soft touches, and the kisses he peppered on her forehead, cheeks, and lips.