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.

whether from asphyxiation or from the heat

tell.

Instead, he held her close, his

to breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs aching for it.

she realized Lysander was still sprawled on top of her, his deep breaths tickling her ear.

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

voice husky as

loss. “How can I sleep with

hay soon. You might as well book

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Chapter 1272

not to sound

Lysander murmured against her

her.

sat up and glanced back at

door.

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

her tracks.

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