?Chapter 382:


    With the partition raised, the front of the car felt worlds away, creating an intensely private atmosphere in the tight space of the back seat. The air was heavy with tension.


    A mix of medicinal and woody cedar scents filled the space.


    After a pause, Elena nodded. She lifted her hand, trying to gently remove his grip from her chin. The drug had sapped her strength, leaving her unable to resist.


    Elena’s moist, delicate hand pressed lightly against Wesley’s chest. The touch was soft, not painful, but it sent a tickling sensation through him.


    An electric sensation shot through Wesley’s head, cascading down his limbs and flooding his entire body.


    Wesley kept his face impassive, showing no outward reaction. Yet, the pronounced veins on his hand betrayed the turmoil within.


    This small touch further drained Elena. She narrowed her eyes, her breathing quickened, and her warm breath brushed against Wesley’s hand. That heat seemed to flow into Wesley, pooling low at his crotch.


    With his sculpted, stoic features, Wesley appeared almost ascetic. Yet beneath this austere exterior, his self-control was weakening. A noticeable bulge formed against his tailored trousers, bing harder to conceal.


    Elena remained unaware of his physical response. Her eyes stayed closed as she breathed deeply, struggling to suppress the moans threatening to escape. She clung to thest remnants of her rationality, trying to keep her mind clear. In this vulnerable state, she was incredibly alluring.


    Her breath came faster, lips parting slightly to reveal a glimpse of her tongue. Her thickshes fluttered constantly, her chest rising and falling against Wesley’s arm with each breath.


    She looked as if she had just emerged from water—her skin damp, exuding a subtle, seductive fragrance.


    Wesley’s gaze was intense, fixed on the slight opening of her mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as his eyes reddened faintly. His famed self-control began to waver.


    He shifted closer, his imposing frame looming over her. His lips moved slowly toward hers. He could feel the rhythm of her rapid breathing. This moment mirrored the visions he had often dreamed of—an overwhelming urge to kiss her, to confirm the softness and sweetness of her lips as he had imagined. His desire surged.


    Just as he was about to act, Elena’s eyes fluttered open.


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    Wesley paused, their gazes locking.


    In a voice stripped of its usual chill, Elena spoke softly, almost pleading, “Please, hand me the item from my lower back.”


    Wesley remained still.


    Elena did not press him.


    Eventually, Wesley averted his gaze and slipped his hand beneath her clothes.


    His hand wasrge enough to easily encircle her slender waist, which looked fragile enough to break.


    As his hand caressed her waist, he noted its silky smoothness.


    Waists were typically sensitive, and Elena’s seemed especially so. The sensation of Wesley’s touch sent a shiver straight to her core. Unable to suppress it, she let out a faint moan.


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