Novel1Chapter 335 Lyman whispered, "I'm hungry." Before Effie could react, his lips were already on hers, stealing her breath, swallowing any protest she might have made.
Effie let out a soft, involuntary sound, "Mm-" It was like a feather brushing against Lyman's nerves-sensitive, electric. In that moment, whatever restraint he had left broke.
He swept Effie up in his arms, slinging her over his shoulder with a sudden burst of strength.
Dangling against him, Effie could feel the power in his body as he carried her down the hall. When they reached the lounge, Lyman kicked the door shut behind them, strode to the bed, and set her down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe sank into the soft mattress, trying to sit up, but Lyman was already over her, his gaze sweeping down at her flushed cheeks.
She looked as delicate and radiant as a camellia in early spring, blooming just for him.
Effie's heart hammered-usually, these moments happened at night, in the safety of darkness. But now, in broad daylight, it all felt so exposed-so thrilling and a little nerve-wracking.
Her throat felt dry, so she swallowed, unconsciously licking her lips.
Lyman watched her intently, his eyes darkening. His voice dropped to a husky murmur. "You were the one who temptedfirst..." "Me?" Effie managed, startled.
But she didn't get to say more-his mouth claimed hers in a deep, lingering kiss. He treated her as if she were sexquisite treat to be savored, careful and thorough, not missing a single detail.
He drew her close until there was no space left between them.
Lyman's throat bobbed as he caught his breath, and he said, half-laughing, half- serious, "Now I finally understand why old kings never wanted to leave their beds in the morning. No wonder they neglected their kingdoms." Effie lifted her hand, fair and slender, tracing a line across his chest. She poked him lightly. "You're the one who started this." With a sudden twist, Lyman rolled them over so he was on top again, grinning down at her. "What do you say, one more time?" Effie barely had tto protest before he swept her up again, and she was swept along with him.
And while Lyman was the one who initiated it, Effie couldn't help but lose herself in the pleasure.
By the tthey finally stopped, Effie's legs were trembling; she could barely stand, her arms too weak to lift. Lyman helped her dress, buttoning her shirt with gentle fingers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe shot him a look. "This is all your fault. How am I supposed to go to work like this?" He smiled carried her to the sofa, and settled her gently among the cushions. "Then don't go. I'll have Luther call Irving Butler and say you're out withon business today." Effie wanted to protest, but the truth was, she could barely walk. She sighed and gave in.
Lyman smoothed her hair like he was calming a child. "Be good. Wait here for me. When I'm done, we'll hearly-and pick up Grandma on the way." Effie nodded.
She glanced around. "I'm going to be bored out of my mind." Lyman gestured to the wall lined with bookshelves. "Help yourself." Effie grinned. "Mr. Etheridge, don't tellall these books are just for show?" His eyes glinted with amusement. "Maybe." She picked up a book at random, flipping through the pages.
Suddenly, she froze.
Scrawled in the margins were Lyman's notes-bold,, sweeping m handwriting every stroke sharp and confident.
Just reading his words, she felt as if he were standing right there beside her, explaining his thoughts, a touch of arrogance lacing his untamed style.
Effie glanced at the shelves, guessing that maybe this was just the gnen book he'd annotated close at hand, easy to reach. The others might be untouched.
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