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    Wesley’s eyes were bloodshot, hunger burning in them, the veins in his hands standing out as he held her. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, and his voice dropped to a gravelly rasp. “Stay still.”


    Elena muttered a venomous curse under her breath, her lungs still burning from the breathless ride he’d just taken her on.


    Wesley’s dark eyes locked onto hers, unwavering and intense, a primal possessiveness radiating from him. It was as though he wanted to brand her as his. Hisrge hand settled on the nape of her neck, his palm rough against her heated skin, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her jaw as his hips ground against hers in a subtle, insistent rhythm.


    “Elena,” he rasped, her name a raw sound torn from his throat.


    Still straddling him, Elena, her body still humming from the aftershocks, looked down at his face. His expression was granite-hard, his words measured and deliberate.


    “If you want a bed partner, it can only be me. You’ve tasted mine, so you don’t have the right to even look at another man.” His eyes never left her face.


    She hadn’t intended for this to be anything serious—just a way to scratch an itch they both had. And that was fine with him, in theory. But the possessive beast inside him wouldn’t tolerate her even ncing at someone else. That was his limit.


    With a brutal surge of his hips, he mmed into her again, making her gasp. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, mixed with a flicker of pain. Her hands clenched on his chest, digging into his muscles. He was far past the point of rational thought. Her body, still throbbing and ultrasensitive from her recent orgasm, screamed in response.


    Elena bit down hard on her lip, her expression hardening into a scowl. “I’m not that horny, Wesley.”


    She meant it. Besides, dealing with Wesley’s intensity was enough to drain her. The thought of adding another man into the mix wasughable.


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    Hearing her sharp retort, a slow, predatory smile stretched across Wesley’s face, his tight brows rxing slightly. His hand slid down her cheek, his gaze locking onto hers, hot and heavy with desire. He was already gearing up for round two.


    Just as Wesley’s fingers tightened on her neck, pulling her down for a bruising kiss, the shrill chime of Elena’s phone cut through the charged silence.


    With lightning speed, she pped a hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him, while her other hand fumbled in her pocket for the device.


    Denied her lips, a mischievous glint sparked in Wesley’s eyes. Instead, he pressed a wet kiss into the center of her palm, earning him a sharp, warning re that could cut ss.


    Wesley reined in his raging desire, his movements deliberately slowing, turning sensual.


    As Elena’s eyes scanned the message on her screen, her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. She shoved Wesley back with a sudden, decisive movement, swung her legs off him, and began dressing with brisk efficiency.


    Wesley was left reeling, his lust-filled haze shattered. Her abrupt and no-nonsense retreat blindsided himpletely.


    Seeing her about to bolt, he shot out a hand, his grip tightening around her wrist, his teeth grinding together. “What the heck do you think you’re doing? You’re leaving now?”


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