The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa, still buzzing with curiosity, declared, "Let me pour another cup and really savor it this time..."

With that, she filled her cup once more, brought it to her lips, and took a small sip, smacking her lips thoughtfully. She reflected for a moment and then said, puzzled, "It tastes the same as my first sip, I can't quite catch any flavor."

"Is that so? Come here, I'll show you how to truly appreciate it," Lysander's voice, low and enticing, beckoned Thalassa with a magnetic pull.

A bit clumsily, Thalassa, holding her cup, made her way over to him. "How should I drink it? Tell me," she said.

"Bend down a little, and I'll tell you..." Lysander's voice was a siren call, sultry and compelling.

Thalassa, as if enchanted, obediently leaned in closer to Lysander, her eyes wide with eagerness, waiting for him to teach her the art of tasting.

hand

before she could finish her sentence, Lysander's hand was at the

sensation felt like an electric current passing from her lips to her heart, leaving

Lysander kissing her, her heart sweetened as if coated with honey, and a gentle smile curled at the edges of her lips. Lysander, supporting her back with his hand, drew her soft

desire. Remembering they were in the living room, under the watchful eyes of the household staff, and considering his own physical limitations, he restrained himself. Once, he

Lysander released Thalassa, his thumb gently Cher

velvety allure, asked, "Did you taste

Thalassa lost in the warmth of his gaze,

involuntarily, with a playful rebuke, "Taste

flavor of the

in that fine drink. But he had only kissed her, not shown her how to savor