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.

a

barely reached his shoulder. At a decent

fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt-one, two…

his lean, well-defined muscles began to reveal themselves-the ruggedness of his Adam’s apple,

scent of his pheromones filled the air,

pure intentions, her mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the

her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his

deep interest, his gaze shifting from evaluative to

turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last button of his shirt, even her earlobes reddened.

many encounters, she still

her bashful demeanor, Lysander felt

she couldn’t resist his physique.

stood still, letting Thalassa

came the pants. She hesitated but, remembering how he had been injured in her defense, she mustered the courage and reached for his

buckle, however, was sophisticated and she struggled to undo