Chapter 1234:
A sharp twinge of pain made Elena break away, and she pushed against his chest, needing space. Her fingertips brushed her mouth and came away red. With a scowl, she shot Wesley a glare. “What are you, some kind of wild animal?”
A flicker of regret crossed Wesley’s face. He leaned down, his lips brushing her skin as he gently cleaned the cut he’d left, soothing it with slow, careful licks. His tone dropped, warm and earnest. “I’m yours, you know.”
Unmoved by the tenderness, Elena pressed firmly against his chest, keeping him from kissing her. A serious look settled on her face. “Didn’t I tell you to get some actual rest? Why aren’t you lying down?”
All the longing pooled in Wesley’s eyes as he stared at her lips, making no effort to hide it. “How could I relax when every other guy seems way too interested in my girlfriend?” Jealousy dripped from every word.
Elena finally understood why he acted this way. She suddenly smiled. “Jealous?”
Wesley made no attempt to deny it. Wrapping his arm around her, he effortlessly lifted her onto the table, nudging her knees apart so he could position himself between her legs, making it impossible for her to close them. He bent closer, locking eyes with her. “Yeah, and how are you going to make it up to me?”
One eyebrow arched, Elena lifted his chin and looked right back. “Why don’t you tell me how?”
Wesley swallowed hard, then lowered his head and captured her mouth with another kiss.
Instantly, the air turned heavy, thick with anticipation. He deepened the kiss, hands slipping to her waistband, fingers brushing the button as if to undo it.
Elena caught on fast. She stopped him, her hand gripping his, halting any further movement.
Dark heat filled Wesley’s eyes, hunger and longing on full display. Her pulse hammered, cheeks tinted pink, and the sight made his desire spike even higher.
Barely parting her lips, Elena breathed out, her voice cool as ice, “No.”
Wesley let out a crooked grin. “Now you say no? Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
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The tension in the air was unmistakable as Wesley raised his hip against Elena’s thigh, his longing practically radiating through the fabric.
Elena felt every bit of it. Even so, her thoughts stayed anchored in reality. She couldn’t ignore the injuries on his abdomen. One slow breath helped her collect herself before she reached out, pressing a hand against his chest and pushing him aside.
“Stop messing around,” Elena whispered. “I need to make you the antidote.”
Wesley dropped into the nearest chair, gazing up at her, resigned. His desire went unfulfilled again. These damn injuries on his abdomen killed any chance of getting intimate with her.
With an effort, Wesley stifled the urge to take things further, but still, he stretched out his hand to her. “Fine. No sex. Come here. Just one kiss, that’s all I want.”
Closing the space between them, Elena met him halfway, letting Wesley’s lips brush hers, soft and fleeting.
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