The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 890

Thalassa attempted to tug her leg free, but it was firmly captured between Lysander’s muscular thighs. The strength in his well-toned legs immobilized her in an instant.

Thalassa had thought the children were still asleep in bed, but now she understood. Lysander must have taken them back to their rooms.

She had been asleep and completely missed it.

The heat radiating from behind her, coupled with the panic of being trapped between Lysander’s legs, set off warning bells in Thalassa’s mind.

Her breath quickened. “Lysander, it’s late.”

“Mmm, I know,” Lysander’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. His nose gently grazed her neck, his warm breath fanning her delicate skin.

This teasing gesture sent a jolt through Thalassa as if she’d been electrocuted. She shivered involuntarily and arched her back like a bow.

“When you’re tense, it’s as if you’re inviting me,” Lysander murmured, his arms circling her as his warm breath continued to flutter against her neck.

His husky voice was thick with danger.

Thalassa felt like a deer caught in a predator’s claws. The predator’s tongue was constantly licking her delicate skin, ready to pounce.

and danger was

don’t want to cuddle. I want to sleep. It’s too hot when you

soft and the undertone of her words held a hint

a rejection. Instead, her weak voice was more like a temptation.

woman, the allure of playing

blood pumping

down just a few degrees. Then it won’t be too

could hear the sound of his swallowing, a signal she was all too familiar with. Her body tingled, her heart skipping a

hand. He reached over and grabbed the

opportunity to move away and create some distance

death, Thalassa had felt a huge barrier between them. Having not seen Lysander for some time, she had also grown unfamiliar with him.

any physical contact

as soon as she’d moved away, she was pulled back into his lean arms. Lysander’s strong

was easily drawn back into Lysander’s embrace.

soft gasp escaped her lips.

think you’re going if you’re not going to sleep?” Lysander’s voice was cold, deep, and

against his warm chest, the hardness of his muscles was a constant reminder of the danger behind her. She