NovelEnglishChapter 1272 Seeing her shocked, Lysander sneered, his reference to Callum as clear as day.
Thalassa bristled with anger, her eyes shimmering with rage as she shoved at Lysander’s broad shoulders. “I have no clue what you're spouting!” she snapped, her voice a tempest. The storm in Lysander’s deep-set eyes darkened, his large hand cupping her face so firmly it contorted her features. “You don’t understand?” he growled, his voice a low rumble. “Then letspell it out for you.” Without another word, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a fierce, silencing kiss.
“Mmph...” Thalassa’s breath hitched, her hands pushing against his shoulders in vain.
His frwas a fortress of muscle and sinew, immovable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo amount of shoving on her part could budge him. Instead, her efforts only drained her strength, leaving her limp.
Feeling her resistance wane, Lysander cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss, claiming with a hunger that left no room for doubt.
Thalassa’s mind was fogged from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming presence of Lysander.
Her head spun, her senses filled with nothing but his overpowering breath warming her face, his heavy exhalations against her nostrils.
Her cheeks flamed, whether from asphyxiation or from the heat of his kiss, she couldn't tell.
Eventually, Lysander released her, but he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he held her close, his face pressed against hers, as if to steady his own breathing. a Now free to breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs aching for it.
When she had somewhat recovered, she realized Lysander was still sprawled on top of her, his deep breaths tickling her ear.
The intense heat of his presence pulled at Thalassa’s nerves and quickened her heartbeat. After several heavy breaths, Thalassa managed to find her voice. “The sheets are fresh now. I'm going to bed,” she meant for him to take the hint and leave.
Lysander’s brows knitted, his voice husky as he replied, “Then sleep.” Thalassa was at a loss. “How can | sleep with you lying on top of me?” “Mom’s going to want to hit the hay soon. You might as well book your own room,” she 1/2 Chapter 1272 suggested, trying not to sound too exasperated.
“She won't be blindsided,” Lysander murmured against her neck, rolling off her to lie beside her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeizing the moment, Thalassa sat up and glanced back at him before heading for the door.
“You think you can just walk away?” Lysander’s voice, dark and resonant, stopped her in her tracks.
Thalassa stiffened, then turned to face him. “I need to be with my mom.” It was clear Lysander intended to claim the room for himself, displacing her mother if necessary. But Thalassa wasn’t here in Eldoria for him; she was here to enjoy a vacation with her mother.
Lysander remained prone, his gaze flicking towards her. “Watch gaze flicking towards her. “Watch your behaviour, and you can stay a few more days. Otherwise, you know the consequences.” His voice was casual yet laced with menace, sending a shiver down Thalassa’s spine. With a deep breath, she relented, returning to the bed and lying down with her back to him.
Arguing with him was futile. He'd only get angry and do something rash, and if her mother was here to witness it all, it would be an even greater concern for her.
Facing his ultimatum, Thalassa said nothing, curling up on the far edge of the bed, her head resting on her arm, back turned to Lysander, sulking in silence.
Suddenly, the mattress dipped behind her, Lysander’s substantial weight pressing down.
Thalassa tensed, about to turn around when Lysander’s arm encircled her, pulling her int his embrace.
Instinctively, she squirmed, but Lysander’s iron grip held her fast. “Don’t move,” he commanded.
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