Chapter 49: Heat

By the time he retreated, Hazel was breathing heavily, her eyes misty due to lack of oxygen and her lips were slightly red. Damien stared down at her, countless undefined emotions swirling in his eyes.

“Y…you…” She tried to speak, but could not come up with the right words.

Damien answered, his voice calm, but hoarse, “You provoked me.”

Hazel was speechless.

He braced his hand against the wall, right beside her head, giving Hazel no chance of retreating. Her back was pressed firmly against the wall, his hands blocking her exit and in front of her was him.

She had nowhere to run.

The air felt heavy.

Damien was close to her, so close that it seemed as though they were breathing the same air.

His gaze was still on her lips, his eyes so dark that it could drip with ink. Then he shifted his gaze to stare into her eyes, the corner of those eyes were red-rimmed.

“You are shaking.” He pointed out calmly, but his deep voice made Hazel's heart skip a bit.

She became flustered for no reason, and she could feel the heat not just in her earlobes, but at the bottom of her stomach.

It felt strange.

“I am not.” She argued defiantly, unwilling to lose to him. But her voice was slightly soft, and with those red and watery eyes, it was like she had been bullied.

The thought made Damien’s throat get dry and his Adam apple bobbled up and down.

“Are you sure?” He asked again, extending his second hand to caress her soft lips.

With the callouses in his hand, his touch made Hazel's sensitive lips tingle, but it wasn’t the bad kind. It was the kind that made her feel like an electric current had passed through her. Originating from her lips and transferring to the rest of her body, making her burn up.

“W…what are you doing?” She stammered, asking the obvious.

She knew that stormy eyes of his. It was like a predator who finally got his prey in his hands and could not wait to swallow it whole.

Hazel did not even notice the subtle tremble her body made at the thought of that.

She bit the corner of her lips, attempting to lower her head because his gaze was too intense. However, he did not allow her to lower her hand and raised her chin, her gaze meeting his.

“What do you think I am doing? Huh?” He asked softly like he was whispering some secret. His fingers moved down slowly, passing her neck and towards her collarbone.

Hazel's heart was no longer hers, it pounded against her ribs with furious intensity and her breath hitched when Damien’s hand suddenly stopped over her breast.

He did not squeeze or do anything, he just placed his hand there but that was enough to make Hazel forget how to breathe.

“Breath, Hazel.” He said, seeing how red her face had become, it was like a cooked shrimp. There was a hint of amusement in his tone as he spoke.

Hazel finally remembered that she was not breathing and desperately sucked in mouthfuls of air.

But in the process, Damien pressed down on her breast and she sucked in cold air, staring at him in shock.

“You…”

He did not reply and proceeded in caressing and squeezing her breast like a child who found a new toy to play with. But the owner had her body slid down, having lost all the strength in her leg.

Fortunately, Damien quickly supported her waist, but the move pulled their body even closer until there was no space between their lower bodies.

Damien squeezed her harder, molding her breast into different shapes.

Then he kissed her again. The kiss was hot, hungry, demanding and claiming. Not the least bit gentle.

Hazel felt like something was wrong with her.

Why was her body reacting in different ways? Why does she want him to touch her more? Why does his touch give her such pleasure?

Her mind told her not to give in, but her body betrayed her. It never listened to her.

The world seemed to narrow to the warmth and breath the both of them shared. She did not even know when she fisted on his shirt.

She was like a wrecked boat in the midst of a storm.

He lifted her in the next moment and Hazel felt her weight gone. But she was too dazed to even realize anything, she just knew that he was kissing her and the kiss was making her muddle-headed.

Hazel felt her back landing on something soft not long after, but she had no time to check what it was when his figure looked over her and his kisses trailed down.

He kissed her chin, her neck and pushed aside the sleeve of her dress to expose a section of her breast, then he placed a kiss there and she shuddered.

His other hand went to the hem of her dress and he raised them slightly, his fingers trailing over her legs and up to her thighs.

Hazel knew what was going to happen next, but her body did not reject it.

It was daylight. Hadn’t she always avoided doing this when he could see her? So, why can’t she push him away now? Why does it seem as though her hands were made of jelly?

Heat.

She could feel the heat of her lower body. It was as though her body wanted something, an even deeper pleasure.

Her thoughts blurred, she could no longer think of anything.

She held his shoulders, unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer to her.

When his fingers reached that part of her body, her body went completely limp.

“It’s wet.” Damien pointed out, raising his head to look at her.

Hazel finally reacted at that moment. She could imagine how lewd and embarrassing she must have looked at that moment, so she used her arm to cover her face.

She could not even face herself right then.