Chapter Seven
ESTRELLA WOKE TO THE feel of her husband guiding her hands towards the edges of the pillow. Her eyes drifted open, and the first thing she saw was Lysander looming over her.
Don't...let...go.
She whimpered.
Understand?
She had barely finished nodding when she literally heard his claws sharpening out—-
A tearing sound, and she realized too late he had sliced the upper top of her gown all the way down to her waist. The torn halves fell to the side, revealing its built-in cups and her naked, pink-tipped breasts.
She trembled as his hot, starving gaze swept down, and she could feel her face burning with the way her breasts swelled up, as if they were equally starving.
The thought had her quivering, and something inside her ached.
It ached so, so bad, and it only grew worse when she saw his hand move close.
So tauntingly close, but never quite touching.
It was almost as if he was relishing her inner torment, and as she looked up at him, driven crazy with desire—-
That was when he finally palmed her breast, and she nearly screamed, nearly bucked off the bed.
His touch. Oh God, she had dreamt of this touch.
His touch. And it didn't disappoint at all.
He palmed her breast like her flesh had been sculpted for him, and she could only clutch the edges of her pillow, wanting and needing to touch him but unable to.
And oh, when his tongue finally laved her nipple—-
"Lysander!"
She screamed his name. In her mind. And out loud. It should've probably made him deaf, but instead it only made him laugh, the sound wicked and dark, and something she alone could hear.
He started sucking on her nipple. Sweetly and tenderly at first. But it was only to make her lower her guard, and the moment he felt her relax, it was then the tempo changed.
His teeth grazed her nipple, and she cried out.
..and kept crying out, with Lysander now sucking harder.
He was also kneading her other breast now, fingers digging into her flesh with just the sweetest amount of force.
And then he was sucking her other nipple, too, but this time there wasn't any foreplay.
It was just the most beautifully brutal pleasure, and it was just impossible.
..oh God, it was so impossible to resist—-
Estrella cried his name out as she came.
And came.
And came.
Until she passed out.
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WHEN SHE DRIFTED BACK to consciousness, she was still a little dazed and breathless, body still tingling after what felt like another impossibly long orgasm. She felt like she was lost and floating in dream land, and she could only blink in sleepy curiosity as Lysander carefully undressed her.
Lysander.
He was really here.
Her husband, here.
No longer gone.
But here.
A part of her still had a hard time believing it, and she unthinkingly squeezed her eyes shut as if unwilling to wake up to reality. When she felt him scoop her up, she didn't even think twice, her arms quickly going around his neck as he effortlessly carried her to the en-suite.
He smells so good, Estrella thought out of the blue and was thus unable to resist taking another whiff. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of fire, earth, and something else. Something...forbidden.
Hot water was already bubbling invitingly in the tub, and Estrella couldn't help sighing in blissful pleasure as he lowered her into the water. She felt him move back, and when she heard the unmistakable sound of clothes being removed, her eyes flew open.
OH.
This time, she couldn't stop staring, couldn't stop drinking in every lethal, masculine inch of his perfection.
How overwhelmingly tall he still felt, and the sheer length of him made her feel deliciously small and womanly.
Scars marred his chest and legs, but she found each and every one of them beautiful.
Sexy was such a pale and inadequate word to describe him, but that was what he was, and try as she might, she couldn't stop her gaze from moving towards what was between his legs—-
Estrella's audible gulp made her husband crack a smirk as he got inside the tub with her.
My size. Still...worries you?
She tried to answer but was distracted by the way Lysander had placed her between his legs.
And then he was gently pulling her close, until her back was pressed fully against his chest, and there was no way - absolutely no way for her to pretend that it wasn't his overly large, overly excited (overly everything actually) cock rubbing against her ass.
There was another audible gulp, and Lysander's smirk was practically audible.
Not funny, she mumbled in her mind.
"You're...right."
She gasped.
"Not funny, but...terribly...sweet." And by the time Lysander finished speaking, water had splashed out of the tub as Estrella twisted around to look at him, wide-eyed in surprise.
"You're talking now," she exclaimed.
His lips pressed together. "Never lost..
.it. But I'm also...different now." Not wanting to waste more time while he was still struggling to regain his fluency in human speech, he stared at Estrella and showed her how in the two years he spent battling against Ammon, Lysander had been forced to communicate with the beast in ancient ways that had no use for words.
"So now..." His voice was still slightly guttural as he renewed his efforts to speak. "I'm trying to...get used to...speaking. Again. But..."
Estrella saw Lysander's gaze suddenly turn sly.
"You...make...it...easier."
Her eyes widened, and she unconsciously pointed at herself. "Me? How?"
Violet eyes gleamed at her. "The more...you come..."
Her jaw dropped.
"The more...rational...and...powerful...I become." And when this time, she only stared at him, he could no longer help it. He threw his head back with a laugh, and though it sounded like the devil coughing out blood...
The flabbergasted look on his mate's face was worth it.
Unable to resist the urge to feel her skin, he ran his knuckles down one blushing cheek, saying, I told you...didn't I? The beast in me...craves...constantly.
"For me?"
Yes.
He watched her gnaw at her lip and fought hard against the urge to gnaw it for her, knowing that to do so to lead to things best left delayed...for now.
"If that's true," she was saying shakily, "then why haven't you still..."
Fuck...you?
Estrella let out a little moan of embarrassment, but the sound quickly turned into a whimper when she felt his fingers reach for her underwater.
It's because...this is...still...too small.
One finger slowly pushed inside of her as he spoke, and Estrella gasped anew as all thoughts in her mind dissipated.
But...don't worry. I'm...working...on it.
A second finger pushed in, and she quickly became a wet, trembling mess.
"Lysander—-" His fingers pushed deeper, filling and stretching her, until all she could do was close her eyes and gasp.
Oh...oh...oh. Her head fell back. Practice makes perfect, right?
So...well...who was she to say no to this—-
A sexy, gruff sound played in her mind.
The Prince of Beasts...was laughing. At her.
Oh, frack!
Why did she keep forgetting he could hear her thoughts?