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.

cup from her hand and placed

before she could finish her sentence, Lysander's hand was at the back of her neck, gently pulling her down. Lysander's lips met hers unexpectedly, halting her breath

an electric current passing from her lips to her heart, leaving her body tingling

eyes widened, but as she realized it was Lysander kissing her, her heart sweetened as if coated with honey, and a gentle smile curled at

under the watchful eyes of the household staff, and considering his own physical limitations, he restrained himself. Once, he might have

Thalassa, his thumb gently Cher face,

with a velvety allure, asked, "Did you

eyes locked, Thalassa lost in the warmth of his gaze, as if drowning in

softened involuntarily, with a playful rebuke, "Taste

of the drink," Lysander

if she had caught the flavor she had been seeking in that fine drink. But he had