The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1208

Lysander’s grip was firm and strong, his palm exuding a warmth that signaled power and danger.

Thalassa dared not resist for fear of being torn apart.

When they returned to the room, Thalassa pulled away from his grasp and strode towards the bed. “I’m beat,” she said, feigning tiredness. “I want to sleep. Don’t you need a shower? Go freshen up.”

“Join me,” Lysander’s voice resonated with a low magnetic timbre.

Thalassa whirled around in shock, her eyes wide and frantic. “What… what did you just say?”

“Help me shower,” Lysander replied. “Took a hit to the leg, you know. Can’t risk getting it wet; might get infected. You’re all about tending to my wounds, aren’t you?”

She was at a loss for words. The excuse was bulletproof.

-After all, his leg was hurt while saving her. She couldn’t just abandon him.

breath, Thalassa forced a

help him undress. Standing so close, her head barely reached his shoulder. At a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not short by any means, but next to

buttons of his shirt-one, two…

open, his lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple, the tautness of his chest-all exuding a

his pheromones filled the air, entangling with Thalassa’s

mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body beneath his clothes, her heart began to falter, her breathing slowed to a shallow rhythm.

kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and muscular

deep interest, his gaze shifting from evaluative

hue of her face turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid

many encounters, she still blushed, still

felt a surge of

it proved she

still, letting Thalassa proceed with the task.

he had been injured in her

and she struggled to undo it.