Chapter 361

Thalassa was consumed by fear as Lysander dominated her with his powerful aura. No matter how much she struggled, she was his prey.

He flipped her beneath him, his strength making her resistance futile. With a swift pull, her clothes were torn away, leaving her as vulnerable as a peeled egg.

The sight of her delicate and pale skin made Lysander’s eyes darken with wild desire. He swiftly undid his buttons and removed his shirt to reveal his chiseled muscles, radiating with distinct masculine charm.

Thalassa’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to retreat, “No, don’t. uh.”

Her pleas and terror were swallowed in the dawn’s early light.

noon that Thalassa

slumber. She tried to lift her heavy eyelids and reach

yet full of strength. A warm body pressed

in a rush. The overwhelming and intense moments from hours ago left her breathless and wide-eyed.

spread of wheat-colored skin, defined and beautiful. It was Lysander’s chest. She tried to retreat,

realization that

her breath. She knew that waking

relentlessly from the bedside table, sending waves of

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