Chapter 1182
The kiss was unlike any they had shared before.
Lysander’s lips moved against hers with a fierce intensity, a sense of urgency that betrayed long-buried emotions stirring to life.
Thalassa’s senses were engulfed by the heat of his kiss. Her breathing became erratic, matching his heavy pants, her heart racing like a kettle on the boil, threatening to spill
over,
Her head spun with dizzying delight, and she found herself responding to his kiss without
restraint.
Her subtle response did not go unnoticed. Lysander’s heart skipped a beat, sending ripples through his being. His passion intensified, his abdomen tightened, and he was on the brink of losing control.
In their embrace, Thalassa could feel the change in him. Her foggy mind registered alarm, sensing the impending risk. Her eyes fluttered open, and her hands, pressed against his chest, gently pushed him away.
Lysander’s deep trance was shattered by her light touch. His eyes, previously shrouded in desire, now flickered with a touch of coldness.
Was his fervent kiss not enough? Could she not feel the depth of his feelings?
Was her resistance a rejection?
Thalassa picked up on the slight shift in him, his kisses cooling from their fiery passion. As his lips briefly parted from hers, she took the opportunity to catch her breath and managed to gasp out, “This can’t happen. Think about the children.”
Lysander’s icy gaze wavered, the chill receding leaving only a smoky tenderness. He understood now; her reluctance was not a rejection but concern for the children.
His lips moist, he traced the outline of her mouth, descending slowly to nibble at her earlobe. His hot breath on her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine.
“Do you feel it? Do you see how much I care for you?” His husky voice vibrated against her ear, sending shock waves through her, her eyes widening, her heart momentarily stilled.
Even her breath seemed to pause.
The weight of his body pressed against her, his muscular chest firm and radiating heat through the fabric, scorching her heart. Their skin touched, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart, a throbbing echo that drove her own heart to race in tandem.
Thalassa froze, her breathing ragged, her heart’s rhythm lost.
Earlier, Lysander had remarked how much Elowen, their daughter, resembled her, and it
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was no secret that Lysander adored Elowen above all.
In an unguarded moment, Thalassa had asked if he had fallen for her.
His response was a searing kiss. And now, his voice, heavy with emotion, questioned whether she understood his feelings for her.
This man, this extraordinary man, could he truly have feelings for her?
As Lysander’s kisses trailed down her neck, she winced slightly at the tender spot he had claimed, an indication that he wanted her to address his earlier question.
Thalassa’s clear voice, breathless and hurried, finally admitted, “I feel it.”
He definitely hurt her on purpose to make her answer his words.
Lysander lifted his gaze, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, his voice barely a growl, “And you? What about your feelings?”
Thalassa was taken aback. Was he asking if she cared for him as well?
She stared into his eyes, as fathomless as the hight sky, feeling as though they could consume her soul if she looked too long.
Overwhelmed and sensing danger, she quickly averted her eyes and changed the subject. “Get up. I really need to use the bathroom.”
Lysander’s brows furrowed ever so slightly, recognizing her evasive maneuver. Her flushed face seemed to confirm her urgency, and for a moment, the tension hung in the air, as palpable as the unspoken words between them.
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