The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1273

"Otherwise, I can't promise I won't do something drastic," Lysander's voice, husky and low, teased the delicate skin behind Thalassa's ear.

Paralyzed by his proximity, Thalassa froze. "I'm carrying your child, for heaven's sake. Don't mess around."

"I'm aware." His voice was a dark whisper, his nose lightly grazing the tender skin of her earlobe, inhaling the subtle scent of her.

"Just sleep," he murmured, his voice so laden with emotion it seemed to drip with intensity.

The warm breath from his lips tickled the sensitive skin behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

She instinctively tried to shrink away, but as she did, her cheek brushed against his firm, resilient skin, igniting an itch in her heart she struggled to ignore.

Thalassa knew he was hurting because of a fire he had stoked himself.

She shrugged her shoulders, attempting to shake off the arm that held her close.

Lysander's raspy voice took on an icy edge, "If you move again, I'll really do something."

A tingle shot through Thalassa's scalp, and she ceased all movement, too afraid to provoke him further.

"Sleep," came the command from Lysander.

Did he mean to sleep while holding her?

He had traveled miles just to hold her as they slept?

Wasn't he still angry, suspicious she was out to harm him? Was that anger now quelled?

Thalassa had never been able to fully understand Lysander, nor fathom his thoughts.

She had assumed sleeping in his embrace would be impossible, yet before she knew it, she had drifted into a deep slumber.