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    His arm shifted, trailing downward along the curve of her waist with deliberate slowness.


    Warm fingers skimmed her skin, and his breathing grew ragged, his eyes flickering with something primal and dangerous.


    Gasping for air, Elena tried to twist away, her tongue pressing against his in protest—but Wesley didn’t take it as a refusal.


    That flicker of resistance only spurred him on. He paused—just for a beat—then dove back in with even more force.


    Sucking on her tongue, he seemed to savor every moment, and the space around them blurred, thick with heat and the sound of their ragged breathing.


    Her body trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer force of him.


    Pinned between his chest and the wall, Elena could feel him—every inch of him—and the hard pressure growing against her thigh sent her pulse racing. His hand crept higher.


    She knew if she let this go on, she’d lose control—or worse, her breath. Acting on instinct, Elena bit down hard.


    A sharp breath escaped Wesley as he jerked back, the sting catching him off guard. Blood stained his lips, the metallic taste mingling with the remnants of the kiss, while hers remained slick and swollen—soft and tempting despite what had just happened.


    But even the pain didn’t bring Wesley back to reason. He dropped his gaze and let out a slow exhale, the arousal in his body in as day.


    Still with blood on his thumb, Wesley wiped his lips and drew in a shaky breath. “Didn’t you say no strings attached? Just physical, no feelings? I’m giving you exactly that. So what was the bite for—am I not good enough for you?”


    “No,” Elena retorted instantly. “You should take a crash course on what it actually takes to please a woman.”


    Her words lit a fire in him hotter than any kiss ever could. That mouth of hers—so soft under his lips—had a sharpness that could cut bone. Jaw tight, he grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. “Then show me how it’s done.”


    Without waiting for permission, he lifted her into his arms and tossed her onto the mattress with ease.


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    Hovering over her, he whispered with a smirk against her lips, “We’ve got time. All night, in fact. So teach me slow, won’t you?”


    His hands moved to his vest, undoing the buttons with purpose. Jacket and shirt fell in a crumpled heap on the floor, revealing a torso carved with muscle and tension.


    Kisses trailed fast and hungry—from her lips to her cheeks, down her neck—marking a path of heat as he moved lower.


    Each button of her blouse came undone beneath his fingers, and when his mouth brushed the top of her chest, a shudder rolled through her.


    That reaction—small and telling—drew a quiet chuckle from him. Clothes slipped from her body under his hands, revealing skin that looked like it had never known anything but silk and sunlight. Wesley took his time, his mouth tracing delicate patterns, his hands learning every curve with maddening care.


    When his fingers found the zipper of her jeans, he tugged slowly, sliding the denim past her hips and down her legs. Those legs—long and bare—made him pause.


    Still holding himself back, Wesley looked up at her. One hand rested firmly between her thighs, stroking with gentle pressure.


    Elena gasped, her spine arching upward, legs drawing together without her consent.


    Warmth and wetness met his palm, and a flicker of raw desire sparked in his eyes—darker and more intense than anything he had shown before.


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