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The most beautiful man to exist in any known realm. The embodiment of all masculine beauty. And he’s allmine.

“Well, my Queen of Purgatory…you still bear a mortal heart, a feminine heart prone to such emotion as adoration and exaltation in the presence of a deity. So, how do you find me?” He gestures to his chiseled perfection. “Ready to swoon and worship every inch of me? And kiss the ground where I trod?

It’s my turn to lean in and capture his face with my hands. I felt him the first time he fucked me, loved me, but it’s even better now. The sun-struck radiance of his golden locks, chaotic and free about his neck and shoulders. His jaw—so impossibly sharp and yet serene, the muscled tower of his neck. And his eyes…the abyss has knelt before a throne of pure gold. That is his aura, his true aura. The golden treasure of the universe.

“I find you much like the first time I saw you.”

His playful smile falls. All the blood drains from his face. I simply beam.

“And in the dark…” I remind him of our night.

He shakes his head in sheer awe before cupping my throat and finishing, “Youseeme, Aradia.” I saw him all that time.

“And I seethemnow.” I smile, nodding at the glowing butterflies fluttering all around the cavern chamber.

He brushes his knuckles across my cheek. “And I see you in all your shattered pieces. You are the dawn of my eternity.”

“Fill them with your love. Every form of it, Eros,” I plead as he mounts me again, chaining my arms above my head. I arch my neck as he bears down on me, cock poised at my slit. “I told you I wanted everything.”

“You have everything, my love. The monster and the man. The god and the gargoyle. Love and Fornication. This god is going to fuck you now. And if you take your eyes off me for one second, little Aria, I’ll smite that ass so hard, you won’t sit down for a month.”

“Love you, too, Eros.”

Later, we collapse onto the bed, hearts panting, souls bound to one another.

Eros chuckles, holding me from behind and kissing my neck where he’s left his own claiming bite mark.

“What are you laughing about?” I grin, wiggling against him.

“You wanted everything, Butterfly. Perhaps you forgot myothertitle. I am the God of Love and Fornication. And…” I hear the wry grin in his voice and turn to find him gazing at me, then lowering his eyes, where he touches my belly. “I am also the God of Fertility.”

My jaw drops. I’m frozen. Too frozen to kiss him back when he presses his lips to mine. Too frozen with his hand on my belly.

“Yes, Aradia. You’re pregnant.”

With my soul tethering to his, with my heart piecing itself together, I lift my eyes to his and say, “What the bloodyValentine’sDayCupidcandyhearts?”

THE END

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