Chapter 1503:
He clasped her hand, guiding it within his robe. Her palm encountered the searing heat of his penis, hard beneath her touch.
“I’ve been drugged,” Wesley said, his breath ragged.
“You’re the only one who can ease this fire.”
Elena turned her face slightly, her voice cool.
“Strange… you didn’t appear drugged earlier.”
His lips traced the air near her ear, his breath scorching.
“That’s because my body reacts only to you. No one else. Only you.” Though he had quickly identified that something was wrong with the scented candle, he had still inhaled some of it after staying in the room for too long. Now, with Elena before him, the restraint he possessed unraveled. He drew her tightly against him, his voice hoarse with longing.
“Can you truly stand by and watch me suffer like this, hmm?”
The words poured out like velvet and smoke, threaded with hunger and entreaty both. His hair fell across his eyes, reddened at the edges, giving him an almost fragile air that made his intensity sharper still.
Elena’s lashes quivered, betraying the pull within her. His beauty tempted her like a flame, and slowly, inexorably, her fingers closed around his private part.
Wesley’s gaze darkened, a pulse jumping in his throat as he felt Elena’s touch—his control unraveling with every movement of her hand. A rough, helpless sound slipped from his lips.
Gone was the distant man; in his place was someone entirely at her mercy, lost in the gravity of her touch.
Elena grinned at his reaction and quickened her pace, watching him squint and tip his head back in pleasure.
“Babe, your hands are so soft,” Wesley murmured, his voice thick and languid.
He was this comfortable? Elena’s eyes gleamed with mischief. Without warning, her fingers squeezed tighter, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
He opened his eyes abruptly, and as if to coax him, Elena’s movements became gentle again, specifically targeting his sensitive spots.
𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 ⧼gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽𝖈𝗈𝗆
This method of rewarding and punishing made him quickly forget her earlier mischief, his gaze locked on her delicate hands moving on his penis, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.
Wesley could barely catch his breath, desire making him tremble as he started to unbutton Elena’s clothes. He whispered, “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us. Let’s try out several positions we’ve never done before.”
His hands fumbled over her with restless urgency.
Suddenly, a string of rapid knocks pounded against the door, stopping everything.
Elena reached up and grabbed Wesley’s wrist to keep him from going any further.
“Someone’s at the door,” she said.
Wesley didn’t bother to look up, his reply rough and defiant.
“Just let them knock.”
At this point, he felt like even the President would have to wait until their passion passed. His thoughts were overwhelmed by one thing alone—he wanted to have sex with Elena.
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