Chapter 176
Thalassa was roused from her sleep. She was all groggy, thinking she’d just pecked a kiss on Elowen’s chubby cheek.
She wondered Why did Elowen’s tender face feel different?
The skin was firm and full of power It was nothing like a child’s
Maybe she was just too sleepy and got it wrong, so she went back to sleep.
Suddenly, her lips were blocked by a powerful aura that stole her breath.
A man’s strong masculine scent surrounded her, and she was instantly stripped of all control.
Thalassa struggled awake from her dream. Her eyes opened to see a handsome face right before her. The man’s skin was tight
and elastic. They were so close that she could even see his pores clearly.
His double eyelids were deeply folded, and under the light, his eyelids glowed, looking moist, sexy, and charming.
Her nose was pressed against the man’s nostrils, and her lips were tightly kissed by the man as his hot breath filled her nose
She could clearly smell the strong male scent on him.
Her heart pounded crazily.
Thalassa was panicked. Her hands were braced against his chest, trying hard to push him away..
She was just sleeping, but he forcefully kissed her.
Was he going to barge into her space again, like he did five years ago, to take what he wanted?
Thalassa would never forget that stormy night five years ago and the pain of him forcefully taking her innocence.
Each time she thought of it, her heart would ache intensely.
At this moment, all Lysander wanted was to satisfy her.
He was always unable to resist her. She was lying next to him, and even hugging him. He had to take some action.
He kissed her lips, and her sweetness filled his mouth, just like that night five years ago, making him lose control.
How could he possibly let her go easily?
His hand supported her back, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her dominantly and crazily, trying to suck out her breath.
Her light breath seemed to carry a sweetness that seeped into his heart, making him unable to quit.
Even when he didn’t know she was the woman from that night five years ago, he couldn’t resist her. Every move she made
excited him, and all he wanted to do was kiss her.
Because of this, he thought he had a problem with self–control. He deliberately kept her around to exercise his patience.
He thought of letting her leave the Sinclair Group once he completely lost interest in her. But he didn’t expect that Thalassa was
that woman from five years ago. The woman he crazily desired, the woman sweet to his marrow.
No wonder his body had no defenses against her, and he always felt attracted to her.
It turned out that the body couldn’t lie. She was the woman he needed, and he felt that deep in his bones.
This time, Lysander, knowing Thalassa was the woman from that night, couldn’t control himself even more.
He indulged in kissing her fasting the honey–like sweetness between her lips, and inhaling her fragrance.
Thalassa was very scared, and her hands were pressed against his chest, trying to push him.
He even forcefully held her tight in his arms; she couldn’t break free at all.
His kisses were wild, like a beast’s. It was like he was trying to devour her, leaving no space for rejection.
Thalassa’s heart beat faster and faster. She was panicked, scared, anxious, and helpless.
Her hands clawed at his chest, ripping open his bathrobe and allowing her to touch hi