Chapter 6

However, it was only for a moment. She frowned at the sticky sensation of the inner walls clinging to her, as if warning her not to lose focus. 

The feeling was not just peculiar but downright obscene, causing her thighs to tense. Her chin gradually lifted, signaling that she was nearing her climax. 

Enoch lowered the hand that had been gripping her chin and swiftly grazed the er*ect cl*toris while thrusting his hips powerfully upward. 

Hazel, unable to even make a sound from the intense stimulation, gasped and clung tightly to his forearm.

“Ah, hngh, ugh…!”

Then, the pleasure that had filled her entire body exploded all at once. Hazel dug her nails into his forearm, her limbs trembling uncontrollably. It felt as though her consciousness was being shattered by the overwhelming eruption of pleasure. 

As Hazel floundered at the sensation of falling into an abyss, Enoch repeatedly kissed her cheeks and thrust his hips forcefully. The tangled pubic hair, dampened by the fluids flowing from her, brushed against her cl*toris, eliciting a tingling sensation. 

Even as the faint remnants of her climax lingered, the continuous stimulation caused Hazel’s inner walls to clamp tightly around his manhood. Enoch staggered momentarily, biting down hard. 

All the sensations in his body seemed to converge in one place. Without any chance to react, the heat that had been pooling inside him burst forth. 

The confined space overflowed with his release, the fluids spilling out despite the tight fit. The sensation alone was so stimulating that Hazel let out a languid moan, her body going limp. 

Only the sound of their labored breathing filled the quiet room. Though Enoch had already poured out everything he could, it seemed he had no intention of pulling his hips back. Instead, he pressed forward as if to etch himself into her. 

Savoring the languid pleasure that enveloped her entire body, Enoch continued to kiss Hazel’s eyelids, cheeks, and neck. The soft touch of his lips tickled her, prompting Hazel to shake her head lightly. However, Enoch, showing no intention of letting her go, pressed his lips against hers even more firmly. 

Her body and mind were filled with a gentle warmth, leaving her with no strength to resist as she was drawn into his arms. Listening to the rapid thumping of his heart, which was no different from her own, Hazel let out a weak laugh. Feeling the soft kisses falling on her face, she slowly closed her eyes. 

Why was he so gentle despite being such a pervert? She couldn’t understand him at all. She needed to find a way to push Enoch away, but being pinned beneath him, she couldn’t move freely. Every time she squirmed, he would firmly grip her b*ttocks as if to tell her to stay still. 

“Stay still. It’s perfect like this.”

His voice was calm, in contrast to her, whose heart was racing so fast she felt on the verge of fainting. However, his lips were close to her ear, and the hot breath tickled her earlobe.

“…Ugh!”

The sound escaped reflexively. It wasn’t from arousal or pleasure but purely because it tickled. Yet, Enoch seemed to interpret it differently. His eyes, which should have been calm, sparkled intensely, making her feel uneasy. 

“Now that it’s over, shouldn’t we… go home?” 

Hazel turned her head away to avoid his gaze as she spoke. The situation, with their bodies pressed so tightly together, made her want to escape. 

The fact that it had started forcibly remained unchanged. Yet, a part of her felt a small sense of joy at fulfilling a childhood wish to be with him at least once. Even though she knew this wasn’t right, Hazel found herself rationalizing it. At that moment, Enoch spoke.

“Over? I’m just getting started.”

Hazel, lost in her thoughts for a brief moment, was jolted back to reality. 

What did he just say? 

His words, paired with the way he licked his lips, sent shivers down her spine. 

Enoch, however, wore a dissatisfied expression, as if questioning how one round could possibly be enough. As he slowly raised his body, their tightly pressed skin separated with a sticky sensation. The peculiar tickling feeling made Hazel shudder involuntarily. 

Enoch exhaled deeply, running his hand through his sweat-dampened hair, which swayed softly. 

“Shall we change positions?”

But Hazel couldn’t respond. He hadn’t asked the question to seek her opinion in the first place. His hands slid under her arms, lifting her effortlessly. Just as she registered the sensation of being airborne, Enoch buried her into the sofa she had been leaning against moments ago. 

Since their bodies were still connected, even this simple movement made Hazel gasp and arch her back. Ignoring her condition, Enoch’s hardened manhood pressed firmly against her tender inner walls. All Hazel could do was lean against him, exhaling the breath that had risen so quickly. 

“Hazel.” 

Struggling to adapt to the new stimulation, Hazel slowly opened her eyes at the sound of his voice. He was smiling, but Hazel couldn’t feel entirely at ease. His eyes held a strange glint. 

Brushing away the hair stuck to her sweat-soaked cheek, he smiled faintly and whispered, 

“Breathe.” 

She wondered why he was telling her to breathe when she was already doing so just fine. But soon, she understood. 

Gripping her hips firmly, Enoch adjusted their position, lifting her slightly before pulling her down with force. 

“…!”

The sensation of being thrust into so deeply in an instant left Hazel unable to make a sound, her lips parting wordlessly. His eyes gleamed knowingly, as if he had anticipated this reaction. He knew that if he used all his strength, she wouldn’t be able to breathe properly. 

Her body, which she thought had calmed after the initial climax, responded immediately as his manhood pushed through her tender flesh. The angle of penetration, which hadn’t been stimulated earlier, was now ruthlessly targeted, and the depth left her gasping for air. 

The sensation of being pushed to her limits brought a faint ache to her lower abdomen. But when Enoch withdrew completely and thrust back in, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her felt like it was pouring down from her head. 

“Ah, hngh, mm, ugh…!”

Her muscles convulsed, her body trembling involuntarily. Emboldened, Enoch moved more aggressively. The fluids already soaking her made a lewd squelching sound as their bodies moved together. 

Though Enoch was the one moving, it was Hazel who was drenched in sweat. 

Enoch, licking the sweat beading on her chin, narrowed his eyes in ecstasy and exhaled deeply. His breath, heated by pleasure, felt scorching. 

“Ugh, ugh…!”

The level of pleasure was beyond what any human could endure. Hazel, gasping desperately, pushed against Enoch with all her might. She was genuinely terrified that she might die if this continued. 

But Enoch, holding her hips firmly, turned her resistance into movements that only stimulated her further. 

“No, stop, hngh! It’s too much, ahh!” 

Despite her protests, the fluids flowing uncontrollably from her soaked the elaborate outfit he had worn for their first night. Enoch groaned in delight at everything she released. 

Terrified by the relentless force of his thrusts, Hazel instinctively leaned forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him. It was an unconscious act of self-preservation. 

Though startled, Enoch didn’t falter. Instead, he moved even more vigorously. 

Even in a situation where she could barely breathe, the strength of his thrusts left Hazel in tears. 

Uncertain of the meaning behind her cries, she let out incoherent sounds. Enoch, burying his face in her chest and inhaling her scent, suddenly withdrew his manhood completely.