?Chapter 858:


    Wesley held Elena tightly against him, nuzzling his face into the curve of her neck. He pressed soft, gentle kisses against her skin, one after the other, his touch filled with tenderness.


    Elena’s eyelids remained closed, her chest rising and falling quickly as she breathed in short, uneven gasps. She was too drained to push him away and allowed him to continue his soft kisses on her neck.


    Sweat glistened on both Elena and Wesley’s bodies, leaving their skin damp and ufortably sticky.


    Elena, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, pressed weakly against Wesley’s chest. “Get up. You’re heavy,” she murmured. Wesley remained draped over her, his warm breath fanning across her neck as his lips brushedzily against her skin.


    The clinging closeness made Elena’s skin prickle with difort. She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t you think this feels too sticky?”


    This wasn’t their first intimacy. They typically showered before making love, afterward either sleeping or going their separate ways. Such prolonged contact post-passion was unusual.


    Wesley lifted his head, desire still burning in his gaze. His normallyposed eyes held a reddish tint from their exertion, his eyelids drooping with lingering lust.


    “Not at all,” he countered.


    Elena nearly pped him.


    Her jeans hung partially undone while her top remained rtively intact. Wesley had discarded his shirt entirely, his pants unfastened but still clinging to his hips. They made a scandalous picture.


    Remembering Wesley’s earlier desperation, Elena shivered. Their coupling had been unusually intense. While typically dominant in bed, Wesley usually maintained some restraint. But moments ago, he’d seemed nearly feral, driven by pure instinct. Her legs still quivered from the memory.


    She longed to shower, but Wesley refused to let her move, still buried inside her as he grasped her wrist firmly.


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    As he lifted her, Elena instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck for bnce. “What are you doing?” she demanded, shooting him a disapproving re.


    Suspended in midair, her inner muscles clenched reflexively around him. The sudden tightness stole Wesley’s breath and sent pleasure crackling down his spine.


    Almost immediately, she felt him hardening again inside her.


    Elena’s eyes widened in surprise when she noticed.


    Wesley paused only momentarily before scooping her uppletely and carrying her toward the couch.


    It was just a short walk from the door to the couch, but Elena clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to cry out in difort. He was such a jerk!


    Annoyed, Elena dug her nails into Wesley’s back, but he didn’t react, allowing her to do as she pleased.


    He sat down on the couch with Elena straddling him. As she settled, she held onto his shoulders, trying to push herself up, but Wesley gripped her waist tightly, making sure she stayedfortably atop him.


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