The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1272

Seeing her shocked, Lysander sneered, his reference to Callum as clear as day.

Thalassa bristled with anger, her eyes shimmering with rage as she shoved at Lysander's broad shoulders. "I have no clue what you're spouting!" she snapped, her voice a tempest.

The storm in Lysander's deep-set eyes darkened, his large hand cupping her face so firmly it contorted her features. "You don't understand?" he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Then let me spell it out for you."

Without another word, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a fierce, silencing kiss.

"Mmph..." Thalassa's breath hitched, her hands pushing against his shoulders in vain.

His frame was a fortress of muscle and sinew, immovable.

No amount of shoving on her part could budge him. Instead, her efforts only drained her strength, leaving her limp.

Feeling her resistance wane, Lysander cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss, claiming with a hunger that left no room for doubt.

Thalassa's mind was fogged from lack of oxygen and the overwhelming presence of Lysander.

Her head spun, her senses filled with nothing but his overpowering breath warming her face, his heavy exhalations against her nostrils.

Her cheeks flamed, whether from asphyxiation or from the heat of his kiss, she couldn't tell.

Eventually, Lysander released her, but he didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he held her close, his face pressed against hers, as if to steady his own breathing.

Now free to breathe, Thalassa gasped for air, her lungs aching for it.

When she had somewhat recovered, she realized Lysander was still sprawled on top of her, his deep breaths tickling her ear.

The intense heat of his presence pulled at Thalassa's nerves and quickened her heartbeat.