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A moan escaped her when she realized what he was saying, and even as her eyes stung at the beauty of it, she couldn't help but whisper in her mind,Yes. You're mine, too.

Chapter Six

ESTRELLA'S APARTMENThad been a wedding gift from Domenico, even though at that time, he had made it public that the Moretti pack did not approve of her marriage.I've never lived here, though,she took pains to let Lysander know as the elevator whizzed them up to the penthouse floor.And the only reason we're here now is because it's the closest place we own, and I don't want to risk traveling at night.

Beside her, Lysander simply nodded. His thoughts were completely masked, his silence unnerving. It wasn't that Lysander was the talkative sort in the past, but in those days, he had a more easygoing manner about him, and he didn't choose his words as carefully as he did now.

When they reached her floor, the twins stepped out first, along with the half-dozen soldiers that accompanied them. Lysander and Estrella were the last ones out, and although his hand immediately took hold of hers as they walked down the hallway, he remained quiet otherwise.

Is everything alright?she finally couldn't help asking.

But he only nodded.

You're sure?

Another nod, but Estrella still felt something was wrong, and as soon as they were inside his apartment, and he was closing the door behind them, she couldn't help confronting him, hands planted unconsciously on her hips as she said his name. "If there's something wrong—-" Her words ended with a gasp as the next thing she knew, Lysander already had her up against the wall, with one hand curving under his bottom while another imprisoned her wrists over her head.

Need you...again.

So that was what was wrong—-

The rest of her thoughts disappeared under the hard press of his mouth, and not once did it even occur to her to resist. This was Lysander. Her first love. Her husband. Hermate.Of course, she'd give him her all.

And as these thoughts ran through Estrella's head, Lysander was listening, his hunger for her growing with every word. Her complete surrender to him blew him away, and it ate at his control. He was hoping he could be gentler with her this time. But it was impossible. Fucking impossible, when she was this hothouse flower he had been dreaming about for years.

Estrella could only whimper as the rugged sensuality of Lysander's kiss had every part of her melting. His kiss was just the right touch of brutal that the punishingly deep dive of his tongue only made her buckle and writhe under his passionate onslaught.

Please, she begged him in her mind. She wanted to get closer. Feel more. Ache harder.

But he resisted and responded by tormenting her even more. Her nipples, now pebble-hard with need, constantly scraped against his chest, but no matter how much she rubbed herself against him, no matter how much she pleaded—-

Husband...oh God, please!

He just wouldn't touch her breasts, and the pressure just kept building—-

His tongue pushed deep.