Chapter 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 let me spell 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 frame was a fortress of muscle and sinew, immovable.

No 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.

asphyxiation or from the heat of his kiss, she couldn’t

tell.

immediately. Instead, he held her close, his face pressed against hers,

gasped for air, her lungs aching

sprawled on top of her, his

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

his voice husky as he replied,

can I sleep with you

to hit the hay soon. You might as

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to

against her neck, rolling off her

her.

Thalassa sat up and glanced back at him before heading for

door.

you can just walk away?” Lysander’s voice, dark and resonant,

her tracks.

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