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“Get up,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper, but he didn’t obey. Instead, he spoke.
“I’m sorry, Zephyrine. I don’t know how else to apologize for losing myself and… I swear, I don’t know.”
I swallowed. Somehow, I could see it. The sincerity in his eyes. It was so genuine that I felt almost guilty for making him apologize. I lowered my gaze and walked up to him.
Gently, I reached for his hand and guided him to his feet, where he stood before me, dominant, powerful, and unbearably beautiful. <fnd10d> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? FιndＮovel</fnd10d>
I pulled back cautiously and looked up into his eyes tenderly. That pale golden gaze, still capable of melting my heart, caught me off guard. And then I realized something.
I wasn’t mad at him for killing my father. No. Somehow, someway, in a foolish, iprehensible way, I could see his
gle and understand that he had done it
unintentionally.
And that understanding made my heart burn in anger at myself. I was supposed to be furious like Varyn, but I wasn’t, and that made me feel… unworthy of the Ashmere name.
“I have to go back home,” I muttered quietly, my heart racing.
I expected a response in words, but instead, he took a step closer. I swallowed, knowing his nearness was enough to make me lose control.
“Lycan…” I called, my voice trembling as his fingers circled my arm. I gasped softly, unsure of what he intended.
I kept my gaze away from his, shivering slightly, only for him to draw me gently toward him, his hands settling tenderly on my waist.
“Lycan…” I breathed softly as he leaned forward. “I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Why not?” he asked, his eyes searching mine, making me swallow hard. I flickered my gaze upward, trying to maintain unsteady eye contact.
His lips descended toward mine, but I looked away at thest second.
“We can’t do this,” I murmured, almost to myself. He swallowed, but his hands around my
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waist only became more tender. Then he reached up, brushing a strand of my hair aside to bare my neck.
Lycannar leaned forward, cing a soft, light kiss on the nape of my neck. I fluttered my eyes closed. I knew I was losing myself, and I knew I was supposed to run but somehow, I couldn’t. Not when he was this close, this careful, this intimate.
His palm cupped my check, exerting gentle pressure to keep my gaze on him as his thumb brushed softly against my lower lip.
His softened gaze held mine, as though to convey that the connection we shared transcended reasoning, that I loved him, and he loved me, no matter the consequences.
“Push me away if you don’t want this. I will let you,” he whispered softly before leaning in to press his lips to mine. Lightly. I allowed the brush of his lips against mine.
I knew I should have pushed him away, but no. Not when this moment was so beautiful, so desperate.
He deepened the kiss after a brief moment, then guided me toward the chair he had pulled out for me to sit. He knelt at my feet.
For a brief eternity, we stared at one another in silence, our breathing heavy, the lust thick in the air. Then his hands lifted the fabric of my gown, sliding off my underwear without resistance.
Lycannar returned to my lips with slow, tender kisses as he parted my thighs, his fingers brushing over me while his mouth kissed mine.
Then he tore his lips away to move downward, spreading my thighs further to lower his mouth to my clit. A sharp gasp escaped me immediately. My hands gripped his shoulders for support while my other hand clutched the edge of the table.
He licked me slowly, teasing, gentle. I restrained myself from moaning, but gasps escaped despite me.
Finally, he pulled back, cupping <i>my </i>neck as he kissed me. Restraint shattered. Every ounce of control I had was gone. I shuddered in his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck while he gripped my waist to deepen the kiss.
Every reason blurred. All that remained was us, consuming the lust that had built between us. I reached for his shirt, opening the first button, but paused, my heart hammering.
Without words, I broke the kiss and met his gaze. His softened eyes held a hunger that made me forget to breathe. I lowered my gaze, shivering at the power he had over me, over my
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body, over my will.
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Slowly, I pulled away, retrieving my underwear and dressing hurriedly, gathering my hair in my hands as I headed for the exit. But before I could reach the door, his voice stopped me.
“I found out the truth the same day we went to rescue your brother.”
I froze.
“When I cked out, I tend to forget things. I didn’t know I had killed the werewolf warlord. All I knew was that I saved your brother from being murdered by his own kind.”
I turned slowly to stare at him, watching him rise from the chair, his gaze unwavering.
“I was told the truth the day we went to save him, and I swear to you, Zephyrine… when I found him first in the cage at ckwater, it crossed my mind to kill him there… to prevent a situation like this, where you would deny us this happiness. A situation where you would deny me my rights.”
“I’m not your woman anymore, Lycan. It’s not your right to im my body,” I said, attempting to be firm, but my words faltered, leaving an opening he could crawl into.