NovelEnglishThalassa's gaze was intense, filled with a moving depth as she looked at Lysander. In that moment, all the shadows that had clouded her heart vanished, the weight that had pressed on her chest felt lifted. Her distance and misunderstandings towards Lysander melted away. He wasn't involved with Rosalind in the way she had imagined, and he hadn't cold-heartedly let Susan go after her; he had been trying to save her. When he woke up, it wasn't him who had pushed her out of Royal Estates, but Zephyr's doing, even keeping him in the dark about it. The cold-hearted actions she thought were from Lysander were all misunderstandings. It was like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky, scattering all the shadows, filling her world with light.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLysander's deep gaze locked onto Thalassa, witnessing the shift in her eyes from shock and surprise to a sudden realization and deep emotion. Seeing the unshed tears in her eyes, a color of deep, uncontrollable affection, made Lysander's heart skip a beat, his eyes glistened, and a surge of excitement bubbled up from within. S~EaRch the Find Nøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality. After locking eyes with him for a while, Thalassa noticed his intense, excited gaze. Her heart fluttered, understanding what that look meant. Realizing her gaze might be too inviting, she panicked, quickly averting her eyes, nervously saying, "Thank you for savingfrom Susan's hands that time, otherwise I wouldn't have lived to see another sunrise!" Before she could finish, her words were cut off as Lysander's hand pressed against the back of her head, pulling her into a passionate kiss. Lysander captured her lips, sealing them, delving deep, his tongue intertwining with hers, tasting her sweet breath. Her tender, sweet touch, the taste between their lips, ignited a fire within Lysander, his blood boiling with excitement. Unable to resist wanting more, he kissed her more fiercely, more eagerly.
Thalassa felt Lysander's robust, fiery breath on her face, heating her already flushed cheeks, his kiss dominating, wild, stealing her senses within seconds, leaving her dizzy and weak. Lysander's hands supported her back, his rough palm caressing her, igniting a wildfire within her. His hand wandered lower, about to lift her skirt.
Thalassa, in a daze, suddenly snapped to attention, grabbing his hand, eyes wide, struggling to break from his kiss, "Lysander, stop!" She tried to push him away, her efforts futile against his strength.
NOW PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES ON Lysander didn't force her, releasing her lips but not letting go, one hand on her leg, the other supporting her head, their foreheads touching as he calmed his ragged breathing, "Okay, I'll stop, just stay still for a moment." His voice was low and husky, dripping with emotion.
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Thalassa's heart pounded like a drum, heeding his request not to move, their foreheads pressed together, both catching their breath.
Over those three years Thalassa had taken care e of Lysander, including bathing him every night. She had seen his body countless times. But that was when Lysander was unconscious, without any awareness. Now, with Lysander awake, kissing her, even though she was more than familiar with his body, her heart still fluttered, her reaction undeniable and intense.
"It's been three years since I've touched you, I've missed you so much," Lysander suddenly whispered, his voice la magnetic draw. Thalassa's heart skipped, her face flushed with heat, pushing against his chest in a fluster, "Don't do this, you're still injured."
"It's okay, it won't affect that," Lysander's voice was low and gruff, oice was filled with unspoken desire. X
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