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    Wesley’s expression darkened, his eyes filled with a predatory gleam, his abdominal muscles tightening. He fixed his gaze on her with intense desire.


    Elena breathed shallowly, her lips stained faintly with blood.


    Wesley’s face grew serious as he gripped her jaw firmly,pelling her to part her lips. He quickly realized her mouth was in poor condition—bloodied and injured. Concern shed across his features.


    Gently slipping his fingers into her mouth, Elena’s eyes snapped open. She started to pull away, but his deep,manding voice stopped her. “Don’t hurt yourself. If you need to release tension, bite me instead.”


    Feeling a sudden warmth, Elena didn’t hesitate and bit down hard. Her teeth mped onto his skin, yet his face showed no pain.


    His other hand, which had been resting tentatively on her waist, now moved purposefully, retrieving a set of specialized tools from her lower back.


    Without hesitation, Elena grabbed one tool and pressed it against her palm. She methodically ced the next tool in her other hand, the third on her wrist, and the fourth along her arm, administering a total of four tools to herself.


    Wesley watched with furrowed brows, his concern clear.


    Once she finished her self-treatment, she slumped back into the seat, breathing heavily.


    Elena shifted ufortably, trying to find a less painful position. In the process, her calf identally pressed against something firm. Unaware of what it was, her continued pressure drew a stifled groan from within the car.


    Elena’s eyes fluttered open, and her gaze inadvertentlynded on the distinct outline visible beneath Wesley’s cks. A clear bulge was evident there. The warmth radiating from that area was palpable, even through his clothing.


    This sight shocked Elena. Rumors had always portrayed Wesley as detached from sensual desires and uninterested in women. Yet here she was, witnessing his aroused state for the second time.


    Coincidentally, thest time had also urred in a car.


    Her eyes remained fixed on his crotch, dazed.


    The intensity of Wesley’s desire grew, fueled by the heat of her fixed stare. His voice, now husky and strained, broke the silence. “Have you seen enough?”


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    The effects of the medication slightly muddled her senses, but Wesley’s voice startled her back to the present. Realizing she had overstepped a boundary, she quickly averted her eyes, struggling to regainposure, though her cheeks flushed deeply. She offered lightly, “How about I administer a shot to you as well? It acts fast.”


    By this point, Elena had regained herposure, although her body was still weak from the drug. The feverish longing and sticky gaze had dissipated, clearing her thoughts. The outline of Wesley’s arousal remained unmistakable beneath his trousers.


    Wesley looked away and repositioned himself, settling next to Elena. His lips tightened as he consciously ignored his arousal. His voice came out even more gravelly. “No, that won’t be necessary.”


    Silence fell between them afterward. Only the sound of their breathing filled the quiet car.


    Eventually, Wesley’s eyes snapped open, his expression intense. “The Reeds drugged you?”


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