Chapter 890
Thssa attempted to tug her leg free, but it was firmly captured between Lysander''s muscr thighs.
The strength in his well-toned legs immobilized her in an instant.
Thssa had thought the children were still asleep in bed, but now she understood. Lysander must
have taken them back to their rooms.
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She had been asleep andpletely missed it.
The heat radiating from behind her, coupled with the panic of being trapped between Lysander''s legs,
set off warning bells in Thssa''s mind.
Her breath quickened. "Lysander, it''ste."
"Mmm, I know," Lysander''s deep voice rumbled in her ear. His nose gently grazed her neck, his warm
breath fanning her delicate skin.
This teasing gesture sent a jolt through Thssa as if she''d been electrocuted. She shivered
involuntarily and arched her back like a bow.
"When you''re tense, it''s as if you''re inviting me," Lysander murmured, his arms circling her as his warm
breath continued to flutter against her neck.
His husky voice was thick with danger.
Thssa felt like a deer caught in a predator''s ws. The predator''s tongue was constantly licking her
delicate skin, ready to pounce.
This sense of panic and danger was lethal.
Thssa slowed her breathing and tensed up her whole body, "I don''t want to cuddle. I want to sleep.
It''s too hot when you cuddle me."
Though her words rejected him, her voice was soft and the undertone of her words held a hint of
intimacy.
To Lysander, it was not a rejection. Instead, her weak voice was more like a temptation.
The low, soft moans of a woman, the allure of ying hard to get, were impossible to resist.
Lysander swallowed, his blood pumping faster.
"Turn it down just a few degrees. Then it won''t be too hot."
Thssa could hear the sound of his swallowing, a signal she was all too familiar with. Her body
tingled, her heart skipping a beat in surprise.
At that moment, Lysander freed a hand. He reached over and grabbed the remote on the bedside table
and turned down the temperature.
Thssa seized the opportunity to move away and create some distance between them.
Ever since she learned of Lysander''s involvement in Leopold’s death, Thssa had felt a huge barrier
between them. Having not seen Lysander for some time, she had also grown unfamiliar with him.
She couldn''t handle any physical contact with him.
But as soon as she''d moved away, she was pulled back into his lean arms. Lysander''s strong hand
circled her slender waist and pulled her against him.
Thssa was easily drawn back into Lysander''s embrace.
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Where do you think you''re going if you''re not going to sleep?" Lysander''s voice was cold, deep, and
questioning.
With her back against his warm chest, the hardness of his muscles was a constant reminder of the
danger behind her. She could even feel the strong rhythm of his heartbeat.
Each thud echoed in her soul.
"I need to use the bathroom," Thssa didn''t dare to openly resist him. Escaping from a beast required
tact. If she tried to run away forcefully, she would be torn apart even more brutally.
"Alright, I''ll carry you there," Lysander responded. He rose, lifting her in his arms.
Thssa wrapped her arms around his neck without giving too much thought. In the darkness, her
panicked gaze met Lysander''s oceanic eyes, which were gleaming in the moonlight.
The sight sent a shiver down Thssa''s spine, "Actually, I don''t need to go anymore."
Going to the bathroom would make things more dangerous and fiercer.
Thssa had seen it before.
"So, are you going or not?" Lysander''s deep-set gaze pierced through the moonlight and riveted on her.
His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, allowing him to see Thssa''s face clearly. Her fair
bolt.
He felt a wild desire surge within him.
He wanted to bite her, to tear her apart.