?Chapter 847:


    His kisses stole the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless, my chest rising and falling against his firm, steady frame.


    “Is it okay? Makenna?” Jett whispered, his lips ghosting over my ear, his voice raw with need.


    I didn’t answer—not with words. Whether it was the lingering haze of the aphrodisiac or something far more dangerous stirring within me, my head moved in a slow nod, almost as if it had a will of its own.


    Jett’s eyes lit up, a flicker of fire sparking in their depths. With newfound determination, he trailed kisses along my skin, his touch both reverent and electrifying. He took his time—teasing, exploring, drawing out every reaction he craved, ensuring the anticipation built until all hesitation melted away.


    Desire coursed through me like a slow-burning me, setting every inch of my body aze. The cold was nothing but a distant memory, reced by the heat of anticipation—a longing that left me trembling in his arms.


    Unlike our first time, which had been awkward and rough, Jett was far more tender now. He teased my wet entrance with his firm, thick length, the tip gliding against my sensitive folds, making my already slick core tremble with anticipation.


    A yearning, like a relentless itch spreading through my body, ignited from deep within me. I gasped in Jett’s arms, my voice barely above a whisper as I shyly pleaded, “Hurry…e inside…”


    The moment the words left my lips, Jett’s hard shaft pushed into me, parting my core with powerful, urgent need. As if determined to leave no room for hesitation, he moved swiftly, gripping my waist firmly and driving forward with unwavering strength.


    Each thrust sank deeper and faster, filling mepletely and pressing firmly against my inner walls.


    “Ah… s-slower… ah…” I cried out, my face flushed with pleasure.


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    But Jett didn’t slow. He thrust relentlessly, spilling a rush of warmth deep inside me.


    I gasped for breath, utterly spent, but Jett, still unsatisfied, pulled me back into his arms, igniting another round of intense, unrelenting passion.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As dawn broke, I awoke in Jett’s embrace, feeling sore all over. I nced down at the marks from the night before, and a wave of shame and anger surged within me.


    With trembling hands, balled into tight fists, I pounded against Jett’s chest, my voice cracking with indignation. “Youplete jerk!” Rather than evading my assault, Jett captured my wrist with surprising tenderness, drawing me against the solid wall of his chest.


    “What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed, shooting daggers at him with my re. “Release me this instant!”


    His eyes met mine, swimming with unmistakable remorse, and he murmured, “I’m truly sorry. I’ll take responsibility.”


    A shiver of apprehension ran down my spine at the thought of the aphrodisiac clouding my judgment once more. I pulled my hand away as if burned. “Let’s focus on our priorities right now.”


    Jett’s mouth formed a grim line, his silence more eloquent than words. After hastily making ourselves presentable, we concealed our identities and slipped through the streets toward Marehelm’s renowned herbal emporium.


    When I crossed the threshold into the shop, wonder bloomed within me. The city’s geographical location against the mountain’s bounty was evident in every corner of the shop—shelves groaned under the weight of rare medicinal treasures, and the air hung heavy with an intoxicating blend of earthy scents and sweet perfumes.


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