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

but 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

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

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

watchful eyes of the household

gently Cher face, spreading at soft, tender sensation

velvety allure, asked, "Did

the warmth of his gaze, as if drowning

with a playful rebuke,

of the drink,"

seeking in that fine drink. But he had only kissed her, not shown

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