Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162:

“Makenna, the time I’ve spent with you over these past few months has been some of the happiest I’ve ever known. I wish I could be with you forever and see you smile every single day.”

My heart clenched with sorrow, and fresh tears slipped from my eyes.

“But…” Jett said, his voice still soft yet filled with profound sadness, “if I don’t address my own issues, I’ll constantly be in peril—and even worse, I might put you in harm’s way too. I can’t allow that.”

I shook my head in despair. “Jett, is there really nothing I can do? Am I just meant to stand by and watch you take this risk while feeling helpless?”

“Absolutely not, Makenna. You can assist me by staying safe with the werewolves and waiting for my return. That’s the best way you can support me. Trust me—I will come back to you, unharmed.” Jett tenderly wiped my tears away.

Then he offered a slight smile and said, “Besides, I’m not going in without a strategy. I’ve already sent a secret message to the King of the Wizard Clan. That man may be two-faced and cold-hearted, but if he wants to see me one last time before his end, he won’t allow his eldest son to harm me. When the moment arrives, I will have a way out.”

“Do you really believe this plan will work?” I asked, still feeling anxious.

Jett suddenly beamed at me, his gaze focused. Instead of giving me an answer, he asked, “Makenna, have you sensed anything?”

I hesitated for a moment, and then realized that Jett had been gripping my hand firmly.

At that instant, a familiar warmth surged within me. The longing took root and flourished in my body.

But just moments ago, I had been consumed with worry and pain, so I had momentarily pushed this feeling aside.

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My cheeks bloomed with a rosy flush, and I instinctively tugged my hand back. Yet Jett, with a roguish glint in his eye, leaned closer, his voice a low, velvet murmur. “Feeling guilty, are we? Why not express your thanks in a more… intimate way?”

His lips met mine in a sudden, searing kiss. Stunned at first, I soon melted under the warmth of his playful chuckle. With effortless grace, he encircled my waist, lifting me onto his lap. His chiseled features drew near, planting soft kisses along the curve of my neck.

The aphrodisiac’s spell wove through me, stirring an exquisite unease. My fingers dug into Jett’s shoulders as the air between us crackled with fervor. His kisses ascended from my neck, claiming my lips with a fierce, intoxicating dance of tongues.

His hand slipped beneath my blouse, each touch a spark that set my skin ablaze. He caressed my waist with a tender firmness, then ventured upward, cupping my curves through the delicate fabric of my bra. A shiver coursed through me as I whispered, “Oh, Jett…”

The lakeside breeze reminded me of our exposed setting, where any passerby might stumble upon us. Yet under the aphrodisiac’s sway and Jett’s relentless allure, my breath grew uneven, my thoughts a hazy whirl.

After a lingering kiss, Jett drew back, his hands boldly kneading my curves. Unsated, he lifted my top, revealing the gentle swell of my breasts, cradled in black lace. Jett’s gaze darkened with longing as he deftly unclasped my bra, my breasts springing free, their delicate tips quivering in the cool air.

He inhaled sharply, his hands enveloping my curves, his lips descending to worship them. His tongue teased with deliberate care, coaxing soft moans from my lips as it grazed the sensitive peaks.

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