Chapter 680:


    Elena’s delicate lips were already marked by her anxious biting. The drug coursing through her veins was overwhelmingly potent. Despite her formidable resolve, she found herself sumbing to its effects. She resorted to biting her tongue as a desperate attempt to maintain rity.


    Her pupils widened, her eyes shimmered with tears she fought hard to hold back.


    Wesley watched, his own breath catching in his throat, his Adam’s apple moving with a nervous swallow. He shifted closer, fingers slipping into her mouth, his voice rough with emotion. “Don’t bite yourself. Bite me instead.”


    His face hovered close, his chiseled features sharp under the dim light, magnifying the raw emotion flickering across his expression. The tight space around them echoed with the sound of their restrained breaths.


    In a foggy daze, Elena’s tongue traced over the fingers resting in her mouth.


    A sharp tension suddenly gripped Wesley’s body, a silent acknowledgment of the charged atmosphere. He felt his breath hitch. His gaze, deep and intense, swiftly clouded with a storm of desire, his muscles coiling tight beneath his skin.


    Her lips, warm and inviting, enveloped his fingers, her tongue—a vivid stroke of red—flirtatiously dancing over his fingertips.


    It sent an electric thrill racing through him, a torrent of sensation that made his heart shudder and pulse erratically.


    His breathing grew choppy, his eyes locked onto Elena with an intensity that bordered on madness.


    His gaze remained fixed on her, utterly entranced. Her beauty, so serene andmanding, never ceased to mesmerize him.


    Typically distant andposed, Elena now seemed different—her cheeks tinged with a soft blush, and her body leaning into his with rare openness.


    With a tender gesture, Wesley stroked her brow with his free hand, his actions almost instinctive as he leaned forward. His lips tenderly pressed against her forehead and then drifted down to caress her eyelids and the tip of her nose, tracing a path of delicate kisses. When he reached her slightly parted lips, the moment felt inevitable.


    Gently parting her teeth with his fingers, Wesley’s eyes darkened with anticipation as he lowered his head to capture her lips. They were incredibly soft, the sweetness of her breath mingling with his.


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    He held back the overpowering urge to im her mouthpletely, instead choosing to explore gently. His tongue delicatelypped at the small wound on her lip, savoring the faint taste before delicately probing deeper, testing her response with light, teasing kisses.


    Elena’s resistance melted away, her mouth opening wider under his kiss. Wesley, seizing the moment, slid past her defenses, skillfully drawing her tongue into a slow, intoxicating dance with his own.


    The atmosphere inside the car had grown palpably tense, the air thinning as the silence was punctuated only by the sound of their mingled breaths.


    Wesley’s grip tightened around her waist, his other hand gently coaxing her chin upward, deepening their kiss with an urgency that spread like wildfire.


    The drug’s effects pulsed through them, drawing them into a feverish frenzy of longing.


    Wesley, already stirred by deep-seated arousal, intensified the kiss. His fingers trailed down her jaw, tenderly caressing her slender neck before coaxing her top to slip off one shoulder. His lips chased the line his fingers carved, marking her corbone with heated kisses of passion.


    Elena’s sense of reason was dissolving under the onught of desire raging through her. Clutching desperately at Wesley’s shirt, she tilted her head to meet his advances, seeking sce in the coolness of his touch against the fever burning within her.


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