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    “Hold on…” Breathing unsteadily, Elena sat up just enough to meet his eyes. “Use protection.”


    There had been a moment before when he hadn’t used a condom, and she had to take the morning-after pill afterward. She had no intention of letting that happen again.


    When she made her demand clear, Wesley responded with a teasing bite on her chest before reaching into the nightstand. A small foil packetnded in her hand, warm from his touch.


    “Put it on for me,” he murmured, guiding her fingers to his penis. The contact made her still, her hand tightening slightly in surprise.


    After a moment’s pause, she tore the wrapper open, the soft rip of foil unusually loud in the quiet room. A flush crept up her cheeks.


    With careful fingers, she rolled the condom over him, slow and steady, her breath catching as each inch disappeared beneath her hand.


    Wesley’s stomach clenched beneath the strain, tension briefly tightening his features.


    Concern flickered in her eyes. “Did I hurt you?”


    His reply came low and hoarse. “No. I’m good.”


    Before she could ask again, he lifted her effortlessly, spreading her open as he pushed inside her in one powerful motion.


    A sharp cry escaped her lips, breathless and involuntary, her body arching instinctively in response.


    He didn’t give her time to adjust—his hips began moving almost immediately, setting a rough, relentless rhythm between them.


    She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging as a storm of sensation overtook her, electric and overwhelming.


    Each thrustnded deep, sending shudders through her. But Elena, still simmering with defiance, bit into his shoulder, refusing to surrender to pleasure alone.


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    Her nails dragged down his back, leaving red trails as they moved together—raw, fast, and unrelenting.


    Wesley bent down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that deepened instantly—hot, hungry, and all-consuming.


    His hands gripped her hips with force, each thrust harder than thest. The way her face twisted in pleasure only spurred him further, driving him without restraint.


    Only when her thoughts scattered, her body trembling beneath him, did she finally let gopletely. Heat bloomed between them, soaking through the sheets in a silent, breathless climax.


    Elenay motionless, eyes closed, her dark hair sprawled across the pillow like a halo. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.


    Wesley leaned in again, pressing a kiss to her lips before speaking, his voice still rough with lingering desire. “Did that feel good?”


    She didn’t reply. Not that it mattered. He already knew the answer—he could read it in her body, in every sound, every shiver. The evidence lingered on his skin, slick and undeniable.


    Though he hadn’t softened yet, seeing herpletely undone stirred something strange inside him—a quiet sense of satisfaction.


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