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The punishment meant that they had been forgiven, but if they were to disobey the prince for a second time, death was to be their only option after it.
Long after the two brothers left, Lysander remained outside the bedroom where his bride slept, silent and brooding. Her orgasm had seemed to work like a leash, with his more animal instincts lying dormant while the more rational side of him rose to the fore. It had allowed him to think, and it was only then that he was able to piece the past and the present together...and realize that he had ended up mated to a woman who was not of his choice.
She was his Star, but she was also Domenico Moretti's goddamn sister. He wasn't sure if he could ever get past the fact, but just as it had been with the twins, the past was the past, and it was already too late to change things.
In exchange for the powers he now wielded, the beast held dominion over his soul, and his body wanted what his soul made it want. All his suffering and sacrifices would be for naught...if he did not keep Estrella as his mate.
Chapter Seven
ESTRELLA WOKE TO THEfeel 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.Histouch. 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.
