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.

Thalassa forced a smile. “Fine, I’ll

a decent height of five-foot-five, she was not

buttons of his shirt-one, two…

began to

pheromones filled the air, entangling

had started with pure intentions, her mind void of wayward thoughts. But as she glimpsed the body

her peripheral vision kept catching glimpses of his taut skin and muscular lines,

interest, his gaze shifting

face turn to excitement, her complexion shifting from pale to flushed. As she undid the last

their many encounters, she still blushed, still showed

her bashful demeanor, Lysander felt a surge of satisfaction.

she

still, letting Thalassa proceed

came the pants. She hesitated but, remembering how he had been

was sophisticated and