Chapter 942

Lysander, though fully clothed, exuded a potent masculine presence that filled the room. Thalassa, on the other hand, was still bare, save for the sheet clutched around her.

Her arms looped around Lysander’s neck, inadvertently causing the sheet to slip.

Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Thalassa’s heart raced as she fumbled with the falling sheet, trying to cover herself. But it was a futile gesture; Lysander had already seen everything.

His deep gaze, smoky and intense, lingered on her slightly cherubic face.

Remembering her tender vulnerability the night before, a warmth spread through Lysander’s lower abdomen.

His voice, low and gravelly, broke the silence, “Why bother covering up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”

Thalassa’s face flushed a deep crimson at his words. True as they might be, hearing him say them out loud sent a wave of embarrassment through her.

her, noting the blush spreading across her previously pale cheeks, tempting as

focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down

murmured, her

bathroom,

might turn back. Once the door was securely locked, she relaxed her tense shoulders and stepped

beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that

memories flooding her mind made her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only for her eyes to

Lysander had pressed her against the wall, his hands lifting her, carrying her weight.

the shower with cheeks

shield her from Lysander’s pervasive influence, but every corner was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object she

heavy, scorching breath seemed to echo in her ears, sending shivers down her sensitive

and shook her head,

her head, drenching her hair, and droplets traced paths

that filled the

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