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    Wesley caught her lips in a ravenous, possessive kiss.


    Even throughyers of clothing, Elena could feel the scorching heat radiating from his body.


    “Wesley…” Elena’s voice shook as her breathing faltered. Her cheeks flushed red, the color spreading down her smooth skin, reaching her delicate neck.


    Wesley’s firm hand encircled her waist. It felt so slender beneath his palm. If he used too much force, he could break her.


    He momentarily pulled away from her swollen lips, trailing his mouth softly along her jawline before returning greedily to the sensitive curve of her neck.


    Elena’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her gaze cloudy and unfocused.


    Wesley’s fingertips boldly slid beneath the hem of her shirt, grazing her delicate skin.


    The haze in her eyes cleared instantly. She grabbed his wrist, halting his advance.


    Wesley’s voice, deep and husky, murmured against her neck, “Don’t reject me.” He desperately wished she would stop being so cold toward him.


    Elena firmly shook her head. “This has to stop.”


    “Why?” Wesley gently nudged her, eliciting an involuntary gasp from her lips.


    His fingers felt her warmth and wetness, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger as he whispered, “You want me too, right? So why are you pushing me away?”


    Elena had never experienced intimacy this intense before, and her body trembled beyond her control. Biting her lip, she gathered all her strength and pushed Wesley away. “It’s just a natural bodily reaction. It doesn’t mean I actually want you.”


    Her voice was firm, but her expression betrayed her. The air conditioner seemed to have lost its effect. A thin sheen of sweat coated her neck, her body burning from the inside out. Her breaths came fast and shallow, refusing to settle. She forced her features into an indifferent mask, acting like she didn’t care.


    Wesley’s body was already at its breaking point. If he didn’t find release soon, he would surely lose his mind. He struggled to process Elena’s words. She was clearly aroused, yet she continued resisting him. Then why was she helping him? If she truly loathed him, why hadn’t she walked away?


    Wesley’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heavy with pent-up emotion as his self-control teetered on the edge. “You knew I was drugged, yet you’re still standing here. Do you honestly think I can hold on to my sanity? Or are you fooling yourself into believing I won’t touch you? Elena, you keep believing I can fight this, but I can’t. I just can’t.”


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    Elena’s lips parted slightly, stunned by his admission.


    But his next words left her speechless.


    With slow movements, Wesley unfastened the first button of his shirt, his gaze locked onto hers as he said, “Elena, I love you. I want you. I always have. And if you stay, you won’t be able to leave.”


    Wesley threw his ck shirt to the floor, revealing a lean, sculpted physique. He approached Elena slowly. “Like it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I want you.”


    Elena stepped back instinctively, her back meeting the cold surface of the door. Heat radiated from Wesley’s body, stark against the cold wood behind her. She frowned and said, “Maybe you should take a cold shower to cool off.”


    But Wesley was past the point of reason, his mind clouded by raw, unfiltered desire.


    Although Elena was surprised, realization soon hit her. Wesley’s bold words weren’t born of genuine affection but of the drug coursing through his veins. He was no longer in his right mind.


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