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They laughed and cried; they looked like two crazed lovers who had missed each other for an eternity.

"I… this is my true form, I am… I am like this," Sigrid whispered against his lips, her cheeks flushed.

She could no longer hide behind Electra’s body; now, she was completely herself, in body and soul.

"I know… I dreamed of you so many times, and none of them did you justice. Nothing does justice to your beauty. You are… simply perfect," Silas traced her full lower lip with his finger, swallowing hard as desire rekindled in his body.

His eager eyes roamed her delicate features, her porcelain-like skin, her expressive, luminous eyes.

His hands caressed her smooth back, gripped her narrow waist, pulling her against him, feeling her curves, aching to touch her skin beneath the armor.

Their gazes locked, charged with passion, their breaths tangled.

Sigrid felt slightly embarrassed; Silas, on the other hand, could only think about kissing her, about claiming her as his, never let