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Aluin pulled the door shut right after and then the twins crossed their arms over their chest and stared stoically at the crowd. The message was clear and simple: anyone who wanted to get to the couple would have to get past them first.
Chapter Eighteen
Estrella had been so adamant at getting Lysander in a private room that she hadn't been able to quite plan ahead. And so by the time they faced each other, alone behind a locked door, she found herself gaping and panicking, mouth opening and closing.
Her husband arched a brow. "I'm assuming you've a reason for bringing me here in such a fashion."
"You k-know why," she stammered. It was impossible for him not to, especially with that now very-noticeable bulge underneath his pants.
"I'm afraid I don't."
His bland tone had her blinking. Was it possible that he really didn't know? She could feel her cheeks heating up as she awkwardly gestured towards his erection. "I'm talking about that. I don't think it's wise for you to go out there without...well, doing s-something about it?"
Her hands moved the entire time his wife was talking, almost as if she was flapping about just to get her mind off the fact that she was practically pressuring a man to have sex with her. It was amusing as hell, and try as he might, he couldn't keep his lips from twitching.
This, at least, was the one thing about her that he knew she hadn't faked. Couldn't even if she wanted to. He had more than enough experience to know whether a woman was genuinely attracted to him or not.
And Estrella?
She might be feeling awkward and embarrassed right now, but there was also no mistaking the way her breasts had swollen in size in the past two minutes, no mistaking the way she couldn't stop wetting her lips every time her eyes drifted to his erection. She wanted him alright...and goddammit, but he wanted her, too.
Despite everything he knew of her...
It just wasn't the beast in him that craved.
"You have to be more specific." When he finally spoke, his voice was thick with need, and his eyes were now filled with blatant lust as they devoured his wife's already trembling body. "You have to choose how I take you. Remember?"
Estrella could feel her mouth drying. Now that he mentioned it...oh, she so did. She remembered how his monstrously oversized cock could take her in three lovely ways.
Vagina. Mouth. Ass.
All she had to do was choose, but...
Lysander saw Estrella swallow hard, almost as if she was preparing herself—-
And then her gaze lifted to his, and she whispered, "It depends."
"Depends?" The answer bemused him.
"How much you can take with the amount of time we have left?"
It took him a moment to realize Estrella had just made her first sexually provocative joke with him, and Lysander threw his head back with a laugh.
The sound had Estrella's knees knocking hard against each other in relief. Oh, thank God. She had been terrified that Lysander wouldn't even crack a smile, but no. Her eyes smarted. This beautiful man whose wicked laugh had her toes curling...this was the Lysander she had come to know and love. This was the old and new Lysander combined, and not the hurtfully icy one that had stayed away from her bed even if it meant risking Ammon's fury and having the beast destroy him from within.
"Lysander." She just couldn't help whispering his name. Needed to say it. Needed to see if he really was back and hers again—-
And when their eyes met—-
Ma belle etoile.
A sob tore out of her throat as she threw herself at him.
His arms snapped around her.
And then they were groping each other, trying to release pertinent body parts without accidentally ripping any clothes—-
AAAAAH!
Estrella let out a moan as his massive cock finally slid home into her already quivering pussy.
He laid her on the back of a table, and her legs locked automatically around his waist.
Their coupling was fast and breathtakingly torrid, and throughout it, his hands remained twined with hers, and his eyes...not once did it drift away.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
God.
He made her feel so, so beautiful when he was like this, and it was almost like before, and she could almost pretend everything was alright.
Almost.
But even as pleasure began to twist inside of her, and her body began to tighten and writhe, she couldn't quite forget...
Even as she started coming, her inner muscles tightening, even as she heard him reach his own orgasm with a growl, and he was hauling her closer and pounding into her faster and harder like he needed her pussy drowning in his cum—-
Even then...she couldn't quite stop feeling scared that this would all end.
So much so that when she felt him start to pull away, the words were out before she could stop them.
