CHAPTER THREE

NADINE

Oh, his voice sent shivers straight to my core. My thighs closed up on instinct.

“Drinking.” Damn! Out of everything I could say, I chose drinking?

“And you?” I asked, dying inside, out of some kind of mortification, but that wasn't the same for the rest of me.

He leaned in, “Hoping to keep you company. I'm Lysander.”

“Na—” I started, but on a second thought, “Crystal.” I blinked.

Lysander’s eyes glinted with the flickering bar lights, taking my hand and pressing his lips to the back of my palm.

“Nice to meet you, Crystal.”

Lysander kept me company throughout the night, his dark and needy gaze never leaving me. He was surprisingly kind, a trait contrasting sharply with Ares.

When last had a man being this kind to me?

Every time, I'd feel his gaze on me, and when I caught him, he kept on staring without any hint of shame. And this man wasn't stingy with his compliments. I'd blushed more in the past two hours than I had in the last five years with Ares.

Benath his gaze, I not only felt beautiful, but wanted as well.

By the time he asked me to dance, I was a little sober now. I shivered at the feeling of his hand around my waist—skin to skin contact. He pulled me nearer until my breasts were pressed up against his chest. And then he moved.

Lord have mercy, this man made me feel lighter. I barely felt conscious of my weight with how swift and smooth he guided me on the dance floor.

But the time the song ended, my heart was racing, my cheeks were red and I was drowning in something else than the sorrow that walked in here with me tonight—desire, hot and blinding.

Rather than walk back to our seat, Lysander lowered his lips right next to my ear and whispered.

“Wanna get out of here?”

NADINE

Lysander held my hand as he led me into the hotel room. Now that I stood in the middle of the room, every sense of bravado suddenly fled me.

My eyes darted about as I fiddled with the sides of my gown. My throat bobbed up and down as I heard Lysander move towards me.

I wasn't completely sober, but I wasn't drunk enough to go ahead with this.

What if he no longer wanted me once he saw my body? What if I irritated him and—

"Penny for your thoughts?" He whispered against my skin as he pressed his lips against my shoulders.

A shudder ran down my spine, and the tip of my tongue darted out to wet my lips. "C-Can we turn off the light?"

He paused, snaking his hand around my waist and turning me around to face him.

"Why?" He asked, his grey eyes didn't lose the intense look he showed me all night, but this time there was a hint of worry in them.

"I…I…" the words refused to leave my mouth.

Lysander stared at me, his gaze penetrating deep into my soul, and I suddenly felt naked beneath his gaze.

He leaned down, his lips a tiny inch away from mine. I swallowed, my eyes falling on his lips, and back to his eyes.

His eyes did the triangle method and I almost lost it there and then.

When he finally covered the unbearable distance between us and claimed my lips in his, it felt like my thirst had finally been quenched.

His tongue curled around mine, his teeth flicking and tugging at my bottom lip as he sucked it until it became plump and full.

My chest rose and fell fast when he finally pulled away. My dazed eyes met his, finding my desire reflected in those grey orbs.

Lysander smirked, his head tilting to the side. "No."

"What?" I muttered, breathless.

"I won't turn off the light, Crystal." His lips trailed down to my neck, "because I want to see every single inch of you."

"Everything?" I whispered.

"Hmm," he nodded, his wet lips brushing over my cleavage. "Everything."

Then, he claimed my mouth in a kiss that left me breathless. Our clothes came off so quick, his hands exploring my body.

He was not ashamed at any part of me as he worshipped my body, reversing every inch with his hands and his tongue.

I was hazy with delight.

When he got to the spot between my legs and slid one finger in, my body arched off the bed, a soft sound escaping me. He pumped with expertise, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

"Ahhh," I moaned, my fingers squeezing around his hair as I whimpered. "Lysander…"

"That's it, baby." He muttered against my pussy, the deep vibration hitting me tight where I needed it. "Keep calling my name. Moan for me, Crystal."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he added a third finger inside me, curving them so the pad of his fingers was pressing right under my clit.

"Ohhhhhh…" My lower body arched upward as he wrapped his mouth around my clit, stimulating it at the same time his fingers pushed into me.

I had never felt pleasure like this…

It was epic, insuperable.

"Lysander please," I cried out when he added another finger. "T-Too full."

"Shhh," he pushed them inside until they couldn't go further. "Take my fingers like a good girl, Crystal."

My cries got stuck in my throat, my breath coming out more ragged. His finger kept moving inside my cunt, making wet, squelching noises.

In. Out.

“Macaroni in a pot” sounds.

In. Out.

His tongue didn't spare my clit as his fingers thrusted inside me.

"I'm cumming!" I screamed, my body seizing as my orgasm tore through me.

I jerked hard as his fingers continued their thrust even as I climaxed.

My body went lax on the bed, and I watched through heavy eyelids as Lysander pushed himself up with one hand on the bed, and pushed his fingers wet with my juice, one by one into his mouth.

Fuck! I’d never seen anything hotter.

"So freaking pretty," He said, staring at my body. "Even after cumming so much, your pussy is still hungry for more." He grinned.

I grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled myself up, pressing our lips together.

His reaction was instant.

A growl, so deep it resonated within me, and he took control of the kiss almost immediately.

When I pulled back, breathless, I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” I begged him, “please, Lysander.”

His brows rose slightly. "Tell me, what is it that you want, Crystal?"

I had never regretted using an alias as much as I did at that moment. I wanted to hear him moan my name so bad.

“You.”

He pushed me down in the bed with gentleness, settling himself between my legs, a devilish smirk on his face.

My body jerked when he slapped my clit lightly with his dick. He scowled, "Focus on me. Don't get distracted pretty."

If I wasn't so hot, and needy, I would have laughed at how cute he looked.

“Now tell me,” he murmured, “what do you want, baby girl?”

A moan left me, my core clenching and unclenching as he rubbed the bulbous head of his cock over my slick folds.

I swallowed softly, then, "Lysander, I need your cock, deep inside of me.”