Chapter 21

“Hazel, breathe.”

Even as she melted, limp and weak, Hazel’s grip on Enoch’s forearm tightened. She gasped for breath and looked up at him. His voice was so enticing that she wanted to devour him whole. 

Succumbing to the unusually heightened desire she felt today, Hazel was the first to press her lips against his.

A low growl rumbled from his throat. They frantically explored each other’s bodies, their movements driven by a mutual need to delve deeper, to savor each other for longer.

“Haah, ugh….”

A faint moan escaped as Hazel tilted her head back. His hand, which had trailed down her inner thigh, brushed against her most intimate area, sparking a dizzying sensation.

Before she could recover from the overwhelming stimulation, Hazel gasped again at the sticky, hot sensation in her hand. She didn’t need to look to know—it was Enoch’s manhood she was touching.

Even with just her hand wrapped around it, she could feel the pulse beating vividly against her palm. As if entranced, Hazel began to move her hand slowly. 

The slick fluid smeared against her skin, creating an obscene, squelching sound. Her head spun as though her entire body had become hypersensitive. Enoch trailed kisses down her neck, lightly nipping at her upper chest before taking her peak into his mouth.

“Hngh…!”

As if savoring the sweetness of her body, Enoch alternated between pressing his tongue against the hardened tip, gently circling it, and occasionally biting down harder. 

The pleasure coursing down her spine made Hazel’s head throb. Each time his silky hair brushed against her skin, her body reacted sharply.

Forgetting everything else, Hazel trembled under the relentless waves of pleasure. She had completely abandoned the act of touching him.

“You’re wet.” 

Enoch observed as he kissed her chest and let his hand wander lower. Though it was merely a factual statement, her face flushed with heat. 

When his thick fingers pushed deep inside her, her thighs quivered uncontrollably. Hazel’s body instinctively tightened around the intrusion, as if realizing that an even more intense pressure awaited her. 

With a faint squelch, Enoch pressed against her inner walls, withdrawing slightly before adding another finger. A brief twinge of pain passed, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of pleasure. Each time his fingers withdrew, the fluid pooled inside her dripped down.

“That’s enough…!” 

Hazel finally clutched at Enoch’s forearm, unable to bear the teasing sensations any longer. Her defiant tone, despite her breathless state, seemed to irritate him as one of his eyebrows arched sharply.

“If I go in now, it’ll hurt. You need to relax more.”

“It’s my body—I know it better than anyone!”

Even in her weakened state, her voice came out strong and clear. Gasping for air, Hazel showed no signs of backing down. Enoch sighed deeply and pressed a firm kiss to her cheek.

Am I the only one in a hurry here?

The thought brought tears to her eyes. Yet, when she saw his manhood, swollen and dripping prec*m, she doubted that was the case. 

Enoch ran a hand through his sweat-drenched hair, exhaling heavily. The sight tightened something in Hazel’s chest—his body, glowing even in the darkness, made her heart race.

“No matter how much of a hopeless pervert I might be, I have no intention of hurting you.” 

He muttered. Enoch positioned himself between her legs, spreading them apart. Hazel swallowed nervously, her anticipation heightening as she took in the sight of his throbbing manhood.

“Aah, ugh….”

His face flushed with a peculiar excitement. For a moment, time seemed to stop as their gazes locked. Then, Hazel pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her lips to his. The faint scent of alcohol from his slightly parted lips didn’t bother her in the least.

As if under a spell, Hazel sucked on his heated lower lip. 

She had imagined kissing Enoch vaguely when she was younger, but this was nothing like the tender, beautiful kiss she had once fantasized about. Instead, the sensuality of it made her hips tremble. 

While Hazel kissed and nibbled at him, Enoch, who had been stiff and restrained, suddenly changed. As though he couldn’t hold back any longer, he buried his face in her neck.

“Hngh…!”

His silky hair tickled her cheek, but that sensation was fleeting. Hazel tightened her embrace as he pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled deeply, a primal action that made her squeeze her eyes shut.

When Enoch finally raised his head, their gazes intertwined once more. Without hesitation, they began to devour each other. 

Enoch, his teeth clenched, unbuttoned his shirt, his movements wild and desperate, all while continuously kissing Hazel with an insatiable hunger. Hazel responded in kind, discarding her own clothes in a frenzy.

As the layers of clothing peeled away, Hazel’s heart pounded violently. In that moment, her thoughts were consumed solely by Enoch Meyer. 

She couldn’t take her eyes off his exposed torso. She had always thought of him as a pampered young master, but his body bore deep scars. 

What kind of experiences had left those marks? 

Curiosity piqued, Hazel instinctively reached out to touch his side. 

Enoch’s brows furrowed sharply. Startled, Hazel quickly withdrew her hand, fearing she had hurt him. But Enoch caught her wrist.

“Weren’t you curious to touch?” 

He asked with a faint smile. His piercing blue eyes seemed to mesmerize her, and she found herself exploring the contours of his well-toned body as he guided her.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Lost in the sensation of touching him, Hazel let out a small moan. Enoch had lightly grasped her chest, sending a tingling sensation through her body.

Her body instinctively curled, causing her knee to press against his thigh. Enoch’s brows furrowed in discomfort, but even that expression struck Hazel as beautiful—a sight she wanted to cherish forever.

The heat radiating from her palm made her brain buzz. Yet, she welcomed it, fumbling to unbutton his trousers. 

“Hazel….” 

His voice was slurred, as though he was biting back his words. Though he called her name, Hazel pretended not to hear, slipping her hand into his underwear. 

Her touch against his most sensitive area made Enoch’s upper body falter. He buried his forehead in her shoulder, instinctively moving his hips. Each time his slick manhood rubbed against her palm, an obscene sound echoed in her ears.

Feeling the liquid seeping from him, Hazel trembled and let out a soft moan. 

Enoch withdrew the hand he had placed in her mouth, moving it between her legs to push aside the damp underwear clinging to her intimate area. The cool air against her sensitive skin made Hazel shiver.

But the sensation was fleeting. As his fingers parted her slick folds and delved inside, Hazel let out a whimper, turning her head away. 

There was no pain—only a throbbing pleasure that made her hips quiver and her mind go blank. Each time his thick fingers pressed against her inner walls, her lower abdomen tightened.

The sticky fluids mingled, producing lewd, squelching sounds. Every noise was so shockingly provocative that Hazel’s mind grew increasingly hazy.

“Ugh, ah….”

The sensation of something dripping from below felt foreign. As his fingers probed and stimulated her inner walls, she felt as though she were teetering on the edge of a cliff.

Unable to endure the overwhelming pleasure, Hazel bucked her hips, clamping down tightly around his fingers.

“Please… please, ah….” 

Tears tinged her voice as she pleaded. This wasn’t enough—she needed something more intense. 

Hazel, her tear-streaked eyes pressed against his shoulder, begged him.