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.

took the cup from her hand and placed it on

to protest about her cup being taken away, but before she could finish her sentence, Lysander's hand was at the back of her

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

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

upon tasting her sweet lips, he 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

moment, Lysander released Thalassa, his thumb gently Cher face, spreading at soft,

laced with a velvety allure, asked, "Did

his gaze, as if drowning in a spring

voice softened involuntarily, with a playful rebuke, "Taste

flavor of the drink,"

then realized Lysander was asking if she had caught the flavor she had been seeking in that fine drink. But he had only kissed her, not shown