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.

the cup from her hand and placed it on

Thalassa started to protest about her cup being taken away, but before she could finish her sentence, Lysander's hand

passing from her lips

realized it was 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 body closer into his embrace, deepening

found himself wanting more, struggling to control his 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 might have carried her upstairs without a second thought, but now, holding Thalassa in his arms

released Thalassa, his thumb gently Cher face, spreading at soft, tender sensation at

now laced with a velvety

Thalassa lost in the warmth of his gaze, as

softened involuntarily, with a playful rebuke,

flavor of the drink," Lysander

had caught the flavor she had been seeking in that