?Chapter 1030:


    A shudder coursed through us both, electric, as a wave of pleasure stoked the embers of our desire into a roaring ze.


    “Come on… quicker…” I breathed, my voice a fragile whisper as I fumbled with his trousers, clumsy in my haste.


    Whether Jett heard me or not, he responded in kind—one arm snaking around my waist, the other kneading my breasts, their peaks proud and rosy, captivating under his touch.


    Then, with a sudden shift, Jett rose above me, guiding his swollen length to my entrance.


    I arched to meet him as he braced himself, driving into me with a single, fluid thrust.


    My slick passage weed him, his rigid heat sliding deep with a soft, intimate sound.


    “Ah… ah…”


    Pleasure crashed over me like a tide, my head tipping back as a moan escaped my lips. Jett’s mouth imed mine again, fierce and hungry, and I clutched his head, my legs locking around his waist. My hips rocked of their own ord, urging him deeper still.


    Jett seized the moment, relentless—thrusting fast, hard, unyielding. The rhythmic p of our bodies filled the air as my essence spilled freely. Perhaps spurred by the aphrodisiac’s effect, Jett’s stamina seemed boundless, each plunge seeking to im more of me.


    “Ah… ah…”


    I was adrift, my cries unchecked, my body awash in uncontroble tides. My core eagerly met Jett’s every move, my hands wing at his head and back in desperation. The added fervor drove Jett wilder—faster, fiercer, deeper.


    “Ah… faster…” I gasped, cresting the peak, my walls tightening around Jett as ecstasy surged toward his tip.


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    Jett growled low, restraint slipping, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself within me. His frame quaked, releasing a scalding rush that flooded deep into my core. I clung to Jett, nearly undone by the heat of his climax, holding him close as he rested atop me. I could feel the steady pulse of him inside me, a rhythm that echoed our shared intensity.


    Atst, Jett eased back, his still-firm length slipping free as he leaned down to brush a kiss against my lips. I tilted my head to press a tender kiss to his sweat-slicked brow.


    But in the next heartbeat, Jett’s softened arousal stirred anew, rising proud once more. The fire between us refused to fade, and our lips met again in a fervent dance, carrying us back into the throes of passion.


    yton’s POV:


    The three of us stepped out of the hospital room, our hearts burdened with an unbearable weight.


    Behind us, the door eased shut with a soft click, but to my ears, it might as well have been the ng of a prison gate, sealing me inside an anguish I could not escape. It pressed down on my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs.


    I bit my lower lip until the sharp sting of pain spread, the faint taste of blood coating my tongue. Swallowing hard, I turned to face Bryan and Dominic.


    “Is there truly nothing we can do? Are we supposed to just stand by and let this happen?” My voice came out rough, strained under the pressure of helplessness.


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