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,

focused ahead and strode into the bathroom, setting Thalassa down by the sink. “Clean up

it,” Thalassa murmured, her gaze lowered.

the bathroom, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to

quickly shut the bathroom door, fearing he might turn back. Once the door was securely locked, she

and her heart skipped a beat. The previous night, under Lysander’s assertive guidance, that very sink had been the site of unrestrained passion.

mind made her blood run hot, and she quickly averted her gaze, only

too, Lysander had pressed her against the wall,

hitched at the recollection, alone in the shower with cheeks as red as tomatoes.

but every corner was a reminder of the night’s fervor. Every object

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

head, trying to dispel the

traced paths down her cheeks, falling to the ground with

filled

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