Chapter 366: The Hidden Widow (End) The Unleashed Lust
Clarisse’s mind spun, her body flooding with desire as Lyan kissed her back. Her hands moved up his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. He responded instantly, his body pressing against hers, his tongue finding hers in a passionate dance that made her knees weak. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced—a kind of intensity, a need, that went beyond anything she’d felt before.
She lost herself in the kiss, lost herself in him, and for a moment, there was no room for doubt, no room for questions or confusion. There was only this—this connection, this heat, this passion that threatened to consume them both.
Finally, they broke apart, their breaths coming fast and shallow, their bodies still pressed together. Lyan’s hand slid to the small of her back, holding her close, and he gazed down at her with a look of pure hunger that made her stomach clench.
"Clarisse," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.
"Don’t stop," she pleaded, her own voice low and full of need. "Please."
Lyan didn’t respond. He just kissed her again, and Clarisse could feel the restraint slipping away, the desire taking over as their bodies molded together. They stumbled back, her legs hitting the bed as he pushed her down, his lips never leaving hers.
It was madness, it was wrong, but Clarisse didn’t care. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but give in to the heat rising between them. The grief, the anger, the pain—it all faded away, replaced by a different kind of fire. A fire that threatened to consume her, a fire that made her feel more alive than she’d felt in a long time.
The weight of his body pressed against hers, the feel of his lips on her skin, the taste of his tongue. It was too much, and yet not enough. Clarisse lost herself in the sensations, the pleasure washing over her in waves as Lyan’s hands explored her body, his mouth devouring hers.
"Oh gods," she gasped, her nails raking across his back as he trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue dancing across her skin. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything except the way his hands felt on her body, the way he made her feel.
"Lyan," she moaned, her voice thick with desire.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them crackled with electricity, and Clarisse could feel her heart racing in her chest, her skin flushed and feverish.