Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Just as she was able to catch her breath, his Lips were on hers again.

His kisses were getting more intense now.

Blair’s body turned to putty in his arms and she moaned. ‘Stop!’ Wesley thought as he stood up and strode towards the door.

“I’ll wait for you until 7 o’clock in the morning. If you run away, I’ll find you.”

He decided to stand guard here. That way she couldn’t make excuses or talk her way out of this.

Then he closed the door behind him.

Quiet permeated the room. Blair was confused, not knowing why Wesley left in such a hurry.

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Wesley rushed back into his bedroom, shed his clothes as fast as he could and entered the bathroom.

The temperature was below zero outside, but Wesley turned on the cold-water tap without hesitation. Not knowing that hot water, not cold, would be the answer to his woes, he proceeded to take the proverbial cold shower

Blair knew nothing about this. She buried her head in the pillow and wondered why Wesley just left Like that. ‘I thought he was going to take me right then and there.

But he ran again. Ugh! Coward! ‘

At this moment, she forgot that a while ago, she was afraid of what might happen next.

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. ‘Am I ugly?

Why did he do that?’ Unable to hold it in anymore, she sprang out of bed.

She put on her slippers and rushed out of her room. Wesley’s room was closed. She pushed the door open and stormed in

To her surprise, he wasn’t there. She saw his clothes on the floor and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Blair walked over and knocked heavily on the bathroom door.

“Dude, you are seriously weird! I said you were bad in bed, but I was wrong. The truth is, you- Aaargh!”

The door to the bathroom was opened from inside abruptly. Wesley forcefully yanked at her arm and pulled her into the bathroom with him.

He pulled her under the shower head and turned the water from cold to warm. He pressed her against the wall and started to kiss her wildly

She trembled the whole time.

Wesley proved that he was not bad in bed. It was raw, animal passion.

He kissed her roughly, while his hands grabbed at her clothes, undoing buttons, throwing the articles away, letting them fall where they might. He then grabbed her hand and led it to his member. The head tingled unbearably; it was hot and swollen. As he moaned, her name escaped his lips.

“Blair…”

When Blair dried her hair and laid in bed, it was already almost 1:20 a.m.