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    Heat surged in Elena’s chest, fierce and rising. Trying to smother it only made it burn hotter, as if her restraint fueled the mes. She didn’t push Wesley away. She needed a release—something, anything, to let the fire break loose. His teeth grazed her lip, and in a heartbeat, she had him t on his back, the shift sudden and full of intent.


    Her answer came with a brutal kiss, her mouth crashing into his, raw emotion pouring into every movement as she dragged him into the ze.


    Moonlight spilled weakly across the floor, but inside the room, she moved like a storm—wild, untamed, reckless.


    She grabbed at his clothes, fingers rushing with the urgency of someone about toe undone.


    With every second, the air grew heavier, the room thick with heat that wrapped around them like smoke.


    A sharp breath escaped Wesley. Her mouth was unforgiving, fueled by something deeper than want. She wasn’t just burning—she was the fire, and he was already caught in the middle of it.


    As her hands fumbled at his belt, he let out a breath and reached down to guide her to the hidden sp.


    A soft snap broke through the tension.


    Elena pulled his shirt free, her palms sliding along his skin, leaving behind a trail of warmth that lingered with every touch.


    Wesley tensed under her touch, muscles coiled and breath tight. His gaze darkened with desire, and air hissed through clenched teeth as veins rose in his neck.


    Elena didn’t push past the edge. Instead, she let the tension simmer, stoking the heat without setting it free.


    Wesley held back briefly. But then his control snapped. He gathered her into his arms andid her on the bed, leaning in close. As their clothes slipped away, he took over—moved by the heat she’d stirred in him.


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    Without breaking eye contact, Wesley began to unbutton his shirt, each movement slow and deliberate. The cool air hit the sharp definition of his chest, casting a calm tension across his frame.


    A sharp inhale escaped Elena as her eyes followed him.


    There was no space left between them. Skin brushed against skin in a slow, heated friction as his hands settled on her waist, radiating a heat that nearly scorched.


    She became aware of his erection—obvious, immediate—and hershes quivered at the sight. This man was far too easily aroused. Even though she was the one who had drawn him in, she couldn’t stop the warmth creeping up her neck. Her gaze slipped away.


    Closing the space between them, Wesley tightened his hold and pulled her against him. Their breaths mixed in the small space. “Why are you getting shy now?” he asked, his voice low. “It’s not like this is new for you.”


    Her lips pressed together in silence, eyes drifting away from the intensity of his stare.


    With an amused chuckle, Wesley leaned in, his mouth finding hers.


    His kisses came one after the next—first on her brow, then her lips, her throat—until he reached the soft swell of her chest, where he lingered a little longer. A quiet sound escaped Elena, even though she bit down hard to stop it. When his hand slipped lower and found the space between her legs, something in his gaze shifted. He guided her hips upward, ready to take the next step.


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