Chapter 5

Hazel’s vision turned white as her breath was stolen, but she willingly embraced it, holding him tightly. It felt as though she had swallowed seawater, her thirst growing deeper and deeper.

Enoch, who had been passionately sucking on her tongue to the point of making her vision blur, suddenly pulled back. Not wanting to part, Hazel instinctively stuck out her tongue, following him.  

Enoch smirked, seemingly pleased by her reaction, lifting one corner of his lips.  

“Hazel, breathe.”  

Even as she melted into a daze from his kisses, her grip on his arm tightened. Hazel gasped for air, looking up at him. Had she been swept up by his perverted nature? A desire to devour him whole arose within her.  

They clung to each other desperately, their hands exploring one another’s bodies. Each movement was a search for deeper, longer satisfaction.  

Enoch, who had been gently running his hand from her shoulder down her back, buried his face in her neck, as though he could no longer hold back.  

His soft hair brushed against her sensitive skin, sending a ticklish sensation coursing through her. Hazel flinched, instinctively taking a deep breath. His hair carried a pleasant scent, one that felt familiar yet mixed with his natural musk, awakening something primal within her.  

Drawn to the raw energy radiating from his firm body, Hazel found herself wrapping her arms around him.  

Enoch’s lips twitched as he noticed her petite frame clinging to him, her gaze hazy and unfocused. Pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, he whispered softly,  

“I’ll go as slowly as I can. If you don’t like it, hit me.”  

“…Hit you?”  

Hearing such words for the first time, Hazel instinctively lifted her head. Considering how things had unfolded against her will, it wouldn’t be strange to strike him. But being told to do so outright left her flustered.  

“Anywhere is fine. Hit me as much as you want. I’ll snap out of it immediately.”  

Actually, getting hit is kind of my thing.  

His quiet, heated whisper, paired with his flushed eyes, left Hazel staring at him in disbelief. He wasn’t joking. His voice carried an unmistakable longing, as if he truly wanted her to hit him.  

But if that alone would’ve snapped him out of it, why hadn’t it worked earlier?  

Distracted by her thoughts, Hazel suddenly felt a foreign sensation pressing into her. She let out a shaky breath, her brows furrowing.  

As if trying to soothe her trembling, Enoch gently stroked her lower abdomen before slowly pushing forward.  

The feeling of him stretching her inner walls, brushing against every sensitive spot, sent a shudder through Hazel’s thighs.  

“Breathe.”  

Enoch slipped his fingers between her tightly closed lips, pressing lightly against her tongue. Her breath escaped in a rush, as though a dam had broken.  

“Hah… Ngh…”  

The teasing motion of him pulling back just before reaching her deepest point made Hazel grip his arm tightly.  

“You can hold on tighter.”  

His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered in a low, seductive voice, like a serpent tempting Eve.  

“I like it better that way.”  

Though he seemed to murmur something else, Hazel was too overwhelmed to focus.  

Her languid breaths brushed against his ear, and even that was enough to send her into a light climax. Gasping and trembling, the strength drained from her hands.  

Not wanting her to let go, Enoch forcibly placed her hands on his shoulders.  

Unlike her, who was utterly undone, he remained composed, which only made her resent him. But before she could voice her frustration, the intense pressure of him thrusting deeply sent a shiver up her spine.  

“Hngh… Ah…”  

Despite his gentle tone, his movements were anything but. It wasn’t deliberate roughness; rather, it seemed as though he was on the verge of losing control, teetering between reason and instinct.  

Hazel winced as he deliberately avoided her deepest point, leaving her yearning unsatisfied.  

Unable to endure the ambiguous stimulation, she lifted her hips, trying to quench her thirst. She had completely forgotten that he was watching her intently, his gaze like a predator’s.  

Hazel kissed him. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, no matter where or how.  

At that moment, with a sudden thrust, her hips lifted off the couch. Enoch had struck precisely where she felt it most. Instinctively, Hazel threw her arms around him.  

Their tongues intertwined, and a short, sharp cry escaped her lips. The intense pleasure left her vision white and her mind blank.  

“Ah… Ngh… Ahh…”  

Pinned beneath Enoch’s weight, Hazel felt as though her body was shattering from the overwhelming sensation.  

“W-wait, Enoch…!”  

“Why? Are you trying to run away now?”  

“No, it’s just… Hngh!”  

Ignoring her protests, his relentless movements pressed her lower abdomen with even more force. Each thrust sent waves of searing pleasure through her, leaving her moaning uncontrollably.  

Her legs, suspended in the air, trembled as they struck his back with a resounding slap. Yet Enoch seemed to relish it, continuously licking and kissing her cheeks and neck as if savoring her.  

The unrefined sensations bombarded her, from his rough movements scraping against her sensitive inner walls to his labored breathing and the glazed look in his eyes. Everything was intoxicating.  

Hazel thought, ‘I must look just like that’, reflecting on his expression.  

The thought sent an uncontrollable wave of arousal through her, but it didn’t last long.  

Enoch pulled back completely, only to hold her firmly in place and thrust deeply in one swift motion.  

The pleasure that coursed through her entire body made her toes curl. The sound of their joined bodies echoed in the room, wet and obscene.  

“Hah… Hazel…”  

His voice, filled with raw desire, called out to her.  

Though her vision was blurred by tears, she could feel his gaze locked on her.  

Each time he withdrew, her inner walls clung to him, reluctant to let go. The sensation was so overwhelming that he furrowed his brows, resting his forehead against her shoulder.  

His sweat-drenched skin radiated heat, and Hazel felt as though her pounding heartbeat would be audible to him.  

The boundary between their bodies blurred, leaving her lost in the heat and pleasure. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, filled only with Enoch Meyer.  

“Ah… Ahh…”  

The fluids flowing from her joined their bodies, splashing messily. The pleasure filling her lower abdomen spread throughout her entire body.  

Every part of her was sensitive, and each time he licked or bit her, she let out pitiful moans.  

Goosebumps rose along her spine. His desperate movements made her feel as though she had been born solely for this.  

Even as she sobbed from the overwhelming sensations, Hazel couldn’t push him away.  

Gasping for air as though she’d forgotten how to breathe, she clenched tightly around him, her mind consumed by the pleasure.  

“Hah…”  

Enoch’s jaw tightened. The intense sensations left his mind spinning, and the instinctive tightening of her body drove him to the brink.  

Gripping Hazel’s trembling chin, he held her in place as she sobbed and clung to him. Her tear-filled crimson eyes, glistening with emotion, captivated him, leaving a dull ache in his chest.