?Chapter 837:


    Terror seized me, and I turned to flee, but Jett moved like lightning, trapping me against the cold wall.


    His muscled arms braced against the wall on either side, creating an inescapable cage around me.


    The fire zing in his eyes spoke of raw, untamed desire.


    Antoni’s mysterious potion shed through my mind, spreading dread through my veins.


    Could it be that my blood, mingling with his, had awakened something primal—shattered the chains holding back his deepest desires?


    At that moment, the passion I had been desperately suppressing surged through me like wildfire, consuming every rational thought.


    In those frantic moments of trying to save him, my mind had been clouded by fear and despair, making me forget the potion still coursing through my veins, its effects merely dormant beneath my panic.


    Desire hit me with the force of a tidal wave, overwhelming my sensespletely. My legs trembled beneath me, nearly giving way. If not for Jett’s swift reflexes, I would have crumpled to the floor.


    His presence consumed me entirely—the heat of his body, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. His scorching breath ghosted across my ear as he spoke, his voice rough with need, the words seemingly torn from the depths of his soul.


    “I want…”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Jett’s husky voice stirred something deep within me. I tried to resist, but the moment his hand touched my skin, my resistance melted away like ice under the sun.


    His gaze was so intense it felt as though it could set me aze. He immediately kissed me.


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    His kiss was scorching, filled with desire, consuming all my hesitation and anxiety. His restless hands swiftly pulled open my blouse, then trailed slowly along my spine, leaving a path of heat wherever they went. Finally, his hands came to rest on my breasts. Each gentle touch and caress ignited a raging fire of desire within me.


    A moan escaped my lips, and each breath I took grew heavier.


    “Makenna, I want you,” Jett muttered.


    His fingers brushed against my most sensitive spot, and moisture immediately followed. But then he hesitated, seemingly unsure of what to do next.


    Sensing his uncertainty, I whispered breathlessly in his ear, “Come on… touch me.”


    Jett nodded, and his long fingers teased my pussy. Thebination of his touch and the effect of the aphrodisiac engulfed me in mes of desire. I kissed him passionately, my hands moving to strip away his clothes. Atst, my hand found his hot, erect cock, swelling even more as I held it.


    Jett pushed me back onto the hospital bed and spread my legs. I waited eagerly for his entry. He awkwardly guided his cock to my entrance, rubbing against me. He tried several times to push inside but failed, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead.


    I clutched his hand and urged, “That feels so good. Try harder.”


    Jett chuckled, then roughly shoved his entire length inside me. I cried out in pain. The friction of his cock against my inner walls was raw, burning, and itchy. Still, Jett continued to thrust into me without finesse.


    “Ah… you… ah… not like this…” I gasped.


    Suddenly, my vagina contracted and stretched under his vigorous movements. Warm liquid flowed down, staining the bedsheet.


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