?Chapter 472:


    Wesley held her jaw firmly, tilting her head back as he forced her mouth open and poured the liquor in. He pressed down on her, his body weight pinning her to the couch, overwhelming her with his presence.


    Taken aback, Elena didn’t resist but tasted the sharp sting of the alcohol. Confusion flickered briefly across her face before she regained her senses.


    She grabbed Wesley’s wrist, trying to pull away, but he restrained her arm behind her back.


    As she leaned back, Wesley leaned in further.


    The scent of cedar filled Elena’s senses, overpowering her.


    Wesley hadpletely lost his usualposure. His throat trembled with emotion, and the feel of her lips against his made his muscles tense. His kiss was intense, raw, and unrestrained, iming her mouth with growing passion.


    He dominated her soft mouth, a desire long held that should have been fulfilled much earlier. In countless dreams, he had kissed her repeatedly.


    Wesley’s breath quickened, his panting growing loud. In the quiet room, only the sound of their mingled breaths and lips meeting filled the air.


    His kiss was forceful, as though he intended to devour Elena.


    The duration of their kiss was uncertain, but Elena’s lips numbed as his tongue swept over her pte, sending a tingling sensation through her.


    Her face looked stunned, her thoughts momentarily frozen. Her resistance slowly faded.


    Wesley moved closer, his body pressing firmly against hers.


    At that moment, Elena felt a pressing warmth against her lower abdomen. Her drifting awareness snapped back sharply.


    “Click.” Suddenly, the lights switched on.


    The abrupt brightness broke Wesley’s intense kiss. He released Elena, eyes flickering open, chest heaving with quick breaths, gaze clouded with unfulfilled desire. The deep longing in his eyes lingered heavily in the air.


    Unlike Wesley, Elena quickly pulled herself back to reality. Her gaze was cold and unyielding, fixed unwaveringly on him. Her hair was slightly tousled, lips swollen and glistening with moisture, breathing in quick bursts. Yet her eyes remained sharp andposed—almost unnervingly clear.


    Elena sat on the sofa. Wesley towered over her, his presence overwhelming as he held her in his embrace.


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    Though seeming to have the upper hand, he now looked more disoriented than Elena. His bottled-up desire was unmistakable, demanding release.


    Elena’s eyes were frosty, utterly devoid of warmth. “Are you finished? May I go now?”


    Wesley was taken aback. Her cold disdain struck him sharply, causing his brow to crease.


    Elena pushed him back and straightened her clothes. “This was the first andst time.” With those words, she turned to leave.


    The door swung open.


    Outside, Felix and Francesca had been eavesdropping against the door, offering awkward smiles as Elena walked out.


    Elena passed them without a pause.


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