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    Following her gaze, Wesley noticed his own state and arched a brow in amusement. He couldn’t control his body’s reaction. No longer able to resist, he kissed her again, this time with more force.


    His lips crashed against hers, fierce and demanding, deep and consuming—like a storm that robbed her of breath. At the same time, his hand slid down from her waist.


    Ovee by desire, Wesley didn’t bother with the buttons of her clothes. Instead, he yanked down her zipper, hooked one of her legs over his arm, and thrust into her without hesitation.


    “Emm!”A vein strained at his temple as his breathing turned ragged. He pressed her against the door, driving into her relentlessly.


    Elena gasped at his sudden roughness. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, her palms shoving against his chest as she struggled for air. But with the unyielding door at her back, there was no escape.


    Wesley seized her wrist and pinned it forcefully against the wall. His teeth grazed her lip as his movements grew even more dominant.


    Still half-dressed, the friction of their clothes only heightened the raw intensity between them.


    Wesley continued thrusting into her with deep, relentless strokes, his hunger still unfulfilled. He lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to prate her even deeper, with greater ease.


    Elena gasped for air as he held her tightly, their bodies moving in an increasingly intense rhythm. Had Wesley lost all control? He moved like an unstoppable force, each powerful thrust burying himself deeper inside her.


    At first, Elena managed to stay upright, but as his movements grew more demanding, her legs trembled weakly beneath her, threatening to give outpletely.


    Noticing her struggle, Wesley lifted her fully off the ground, his strong hands gripping her hips firmly.


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    Just when Elena felt she might suffocate, he finally broke their heated kiss. Wesley threw his head back, sweat glistening as it rolled from his forehead down to the tip of his nose. His breathing came in harsh, ragged gasps as he focused on their joined movements, the sound filling the space between them.


    The raw intensity of their coupling only amplified his desire. A wave of possessiveness crashed over him – in this moment, he knew with absolute certainty that she was his alone.


    His rhythm remained unyielding, each thrust deliberate and deep. Elena felt utterly overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Her vision blurred as pleasure consumed her, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.


    This was their most primal encounter yet. No words were spoken, no unnecessary movements made. Pure, untamed need drove them forward, carrying them both to heights of pleasure they’d never before experienced.


    A powerful wave of ecstasy surged through Elena. Her body trembled violently as her thoughts scattered, carried away by the overwhelming climax crashing over her.


    At the precise moment of her release, Wesley drove into her one final time. A low, restrained groan escaped his lips as he found his ownpletion with her.


    Afterward, their glistening bodies remained pressed together. The air hung thick and warm around them, heavy with the musky scent of their passion.


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