Chapter 1567:
Once inside the house, he pinned her to the wall, his kiss fervent, leaving her breathless.
She pressed him back, gasping for air.
He brushed the dampness from her lips, his stare blazing with an eagerness she couldn’t quite grasp.
“What’s wrong with you?” Elena demanded, bewildered by his sudden hunger.
Wesley’s smile was sly.
“Your prize.”
Her prize for her good behavior tonight.
“A prize?” Elena repeated, frowning.
“For what?” She hadn’t done anything special to deserve one.
His arm cinched her waist as he lifted her easily. Instinctively, her arms twined around his neck, her legs clinging to his frame. His mouth found hers again as he carried her toward the bedroom, his murmur low and husky.
“From now on, keep sending other men away exactly like tonight.”
He was certain—no one could pleasure her as he did. He knew her body’s map, every tremor, every shiver.
He laid her on the bed, his weight pressing above her, impatient hands shedding the last barriers, his mouth tracing fire down her skin.
Elena bit down on her lip, head tilting back, color rising hot against her cheeks.
Soon, the room was filled with breathless groans.
𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 @ ⲅⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⍿ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Her eyes glazed, her flush spreading, her focus lost in the haze.
Wesley’s stare drilled into her, his voice hoarse.
“Does this feel good?”
Her languid eyes narrowed faintly, drowning in the aftershocks. He didn’t need her answer—her expression was proof enough. He tugged at his belt, leaning closer with a moan.
“It’s still early, baby…”
Night stretched heavy, silence blanketing the hospital. The door to the VIP room eased open, and Lydia stepped into the dimness where Jeffry lay.
She left the lights untouched, crossing softly to his bedside. The moon slipped through the blinds, painting his pallid features with silver light, a ghostly stillness on his face.
Her chest tightened painfully. The memory of him drenched in blood surged, and the image nearly broke her. She had almost cost him his life. Why had he clung so stubbornly to Torin’s words, bartering his life for hers? Did he truly think she could live well if he died?
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