CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR

Lysander's POV

Shit, please don't stop, I begged in my mind.

Her lips on me were suffocating in the most pleasurable of ways, and I needed more.

The haziness of the alcohol was colliding with the dizziness of the blood loss, and I no longer cared if she understood how she felt. I wanted to feel her lips on mine again.

As soon as she detached herself from me, my body sprang into action, impulsively tangling my hands in her gorgeously soft locks and pulling her mouth to me.

She gasped at the initial contact but was quick to let out a loud moan as soon as my tongue sought hers.

Shit!

I was immune to her venom, but not the other way around.

I pulled back immediately, watching her with shaky vision and furrowed brows.

"I'm so sorry, Aria." I spat out, but she didn't listen. Her hands pressed against my chest aggressively, pushing my unstable figure back onto the sand with surprising force.

Before I could protest, she was crawling on top of me, clawing at the buttons of my shirt like a starved lioness, preparing to devour.

I opened my mouth but was quickly silenced by her lips crashing down on mine. I groaned, my cock fighting to be freed at the sensual and dominating way she took me captive.

Every brush of her lips against mine tortured me, and every swipe of her tongue against mine invigorated me.

I wanted this so badly for so long. Her taste was just as sweet as I remembered, but this time was laced with a hint of alcohol.

Was she still drunk? No, she couldn't be drunk anymore thanks to my blood, but she was still intoxicated. I couldn't take advantage of her like this, but I couldn't bring myself to stop it, either.

Damn it!

Relenting to my good conscience, I pushed back on her shoulders, separating her panting form from my own.

"Aria, I want you to think about this."

"I already have." She insisted, pushing against my restraint with flushed cheeks to get back at me.

"No, Aria. I mean it. I don't want you to do something you regret." I hated the words coming out of my mouth, but I knew they had to be said. The last time she tried to kiss me, she claimed it would've been a huge mistake. I didn't want her to wake up tomorrow hating me for this.

She answered with a frustrated huff, changing her direction to her own top, which she promptly lifted above her head and tossed to the sand.

Holy fuck.

I had seen her naked plenty of times, but none of those times was she straddling me, giving me a look that begged me to fuck her. I groaned, moving my arm over my eyes.

"Aria, you're killing me, here." I whined, fighting the want to press my erection into her ass.

"I need you." She urged in response, her words dripping with desire and carnal lust.

"You don't know how you feel."

"Yes, I do."

"Aria-"

"I love you, Lysander."

Every ounce of breath was knocked out of my lungs at that very moment, and I couldn't take one in.

I heard that wrong. I know I did.

I peeked out from under my forearm, eyeing her sincere and longing gaze. Her heart was going wild and she was biting her lip in uncertainty, but her eyes were determined.

"What if you change your mind later?" I asked, my unrelenting insecurities taking over. She didn't want me. Not really. It was the venom talking.

But the venom should only make her desire sex, not me.

"Then keep reminding me why I said it tonight. Don't ever let me forget."

I could tell she was trying to suppress the venom long enough to say that to me, which warmed me to no end, but it came rushing back with a vengeance, and she latched back onto me with a moan, dragging her fingernails down my exposed chest.

"Fuck, Lysander, I need you." She reiterated through clenched teeth.

"I-shit. Aria, I can't. Bastion. It would hurt him." She groaned, biting onto my left nipple and making my back arch. She was ruthless when horny, damn.

What the hell was I supposed to do? It would take hours for my venom to dissipate without her being satisfied. It was too potent. I couldn't let her writhe for that long.

That's when I got an idea.

"Sweetheart, I can pleasure you, okay? But I can't penetrate you, or he would know. Is that okay?" She growled, vibrating my torso.

"Yes, now." She demanded, nibbling up my neck whilst simultaneously heating me with her short breaths.

Fuck, I wanted her so badly. If only she hadn't reinstated her bond that day. I could fuck her right here right now in the sand. If I didn't take control of her soon, it might come to that anyway.

I pushed her off of me, rolling her onto her back as sand rained down from my hair. I leaned back on my hind legs before I could blind her with it, instead allowing the coarse grains to sprinkle her naked stomach.

She spread her legs for me and I moved between them, lifting her ass enough to pull off the shorts and panties she had on.

Damn, she was stunning. Seeing her hot for me while lying spread on the sand had quickly become my new favorite memory, and I hoped that I could relive it every fucking time I used my power.

"You're so fucking sexy." I groaned, my fingers tracing down the center of her naval before landing on her dripping folds.

She mewled and squirmed as I touched her. She was so aroused. It wouldn't be hard for me to slide inside of her like this.

"I wish I could put my cock inside of you, sweetheart." I rasped, leaning down to place delicate kisses on her inner thigh.

But thanks to the exchange, these simple points of contact became pinpoints of pleasure, spurring my mouth closer to her waiting and glistening pussy.

"Lysander." She moaned, and fuck it all, I went wild at hearing her purr my name like that. This was the shit of my dreams, the ones that made me take a cold shower when I remembered them.

My mouth hungrily latched onto the apex of her thighs, pushing her apart with my tongue until I found her little ball of nerves that I knew would bring her the most satisfaction.

"Holy shit!" She screamed, clawing at my hair and burying her fingers inside of it. I grinned against her soft skin, flicking my tongue against her clit, occasionally suckling it, and selfishly drinking up her come as it came out of her.

She was so fucking sweet. I thought that she would taste like peaches, since that's what her mate and royal kept saying, but she didn't to me. To me her taste was exquisite and refreshing, like crisp and bubbling vintage champagne.

It was a decent enough analogy, since I could feel myself getting drunk on her. There was no logic left, no way of processing the world around me. Only she, I, and the faint blue glow that shown every time my lips brushed against her swollen pussy.

Hell, I didn't give a shit if she decided that she didn't love me after this. I would just cherish her while I had the opportunity.

One of my arms moved to her stomach to lock her in place while my other hand moved up to her bra-clad breast, massaging it reverently. So fucking soft. I could feel her nipple straining against the thin material and I wished I could taste it, but my mouth was occupied.

I knew she was close when her hips started rocking back against me, creating more friction against my tongue as her moans grew louder and more frantic.

"Come for me, Aria. Come in my mouth." I commanded, speaking sensually into her head.

"Fucking... Ly... Yes, I-" She was completely undone by my ministrations, and my chest was bursting with pride as her body locked up, spilling forth her delicious juices for me to enjoy.

I consumed her leisurely, not wanting it to be done, because I knew that as soon as her legs were closed, things would be different.

And I wasn't positive that it would be in a good way.

When her body went slack, I knew it was over. I leaned back on my hind legs once again, taking off my shirt so I could wipe the sand, come, and spit off her still sensitive sex. Much to my satisfaction, she didn't tell me to fuck off or flinch away from me.

That had to be a good sign.

Then again, her chest was still heaving in the aftermath of her climax, and she had yet to open her eyes and look at me.

Once I had gotten her mostly clean, I picked up and shook out her panties and shorts, sliding them up her tantalizing legs to preserve her decency. Sure, I had just got done burying my face between her legs, but that was in the throes of passion and lust.

Now that the fog had cleared, I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

She lifted her hips to assist me, but still kept her eyes screwed shut, making my chest tighten with the sting of impending rejection.

It would be best if I just forgot she ever said anything.

Clearly she only said it so I would relieve her, and it would save me a lot of heartache if I just let it go.

I sighed, rubbing my hand down my face before standing to give her some space. Why did I have to kiss her in the first place? Damn it.

I bent down to grab the alcohol, seeing as it was wearing off prematurely, and padded through the dry mounds of sand to the flattened, moldable area where the tide was rising. It felt incredible, the cool water against and between my toes, and I waded out just a little more so I could breathe again.

I lived over two thousand years before her. I could survive being without her now.