Chapter 67: Need.

His lips moved against hers with growing intensity.

What began as a gentle, testing and controlled kiss quickly became hungry and unrestrained. He kissed her violently, sucking every drop of moisture away from her mouth.

Their tongue tangled, but at one point, her tongue could no longer bear his brutality. It cowered, trying to hide in a corner, but Damien did not let her go. He pursued her, sucking on her tongue without giving her the chance to retreat.

Hazel felt her tongue growing numb and tingling and her breath became ragged.

She forgot how to breathe, her chest rising and falling intensely.

She never knew a kiss would be like this, taking the breath away from you and leaving you at the other party’s mercy. Their previous kisses were also intense and though she also felt some kind of way, it wasn’t to this point.

Hazel felt her body heating up and her lower stomach clenching as a sudden wetness pooled down there. She could not tell what it was, but it made her heartbeat erratic.

His hand slid from her cheek downwards, tracing the lines of her chin to her delicate neck that looked like it would snap if a little more force was added.

He kneaded the flesh gently and moved his fingers even lower like he was looking for something.

Feeling his touch, her fingers curled on his shirt even tighter, squeezing it and folding it into a ball. But Damien didn’t seem to mind, he even liked it.

When his hand finally arrived at the destination, Hazel's body literally went limp. His palm was covering her breast and with a little bit force, he would be able to squeeze.

He had touched her the first time they went all the way, but she had not been able to feel the sensation fully due to her reluctance.

She was still reluctant now too, just…just not to that extent.

As usual, all she could do was deceive herself. Deceive herself that she did not like what he was doing to her. Deceive herself that she didn’t want him to stop, deceive herself that she might be willing to have him go all the way.

Feeling the stiffness of her body, a hint of clarity flashed in Damien’s eyes and he quickly withdrew his hand and shifted back.

What was wrong with him?

Hadn’t he promised not to touch her? Why can’t he just endure whenever he is beside her?

His breathing was heavier now, and his jaw was tight because a certain part of his body was restless and had begun to rear its head.

But Damien didn’t want to act on that impulse.

He couldn’t.

Hazel was still…

However, who would have thought that before he could even completely shift away, Hazel had wrapped her pliant arms around his neck, holding him still.

He could break free, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

Or, he couldn’t bear to break free.

He could feel the sharp edge of his control slipping at that moment, does she even know what she was doing?

Hazel did not say anything and just held him still, her eyes misty and somewhat dazed like an intoxicated person.

Hazel really felt that she was intoxicated at that point. Because why would she stop him when she should be happy he wasn’t touching her? She never wanted to be his sex thing, right?

Could it be that the aphrodisiac Roman was given could be transferred through touch? Because right now, she could no longer understand herself.

Need had blurred her reasoning, leaving her wanting to feel Damien’s touch on her body even more, she wanted their bodies to stick even closer, she wanted to experience the pleasure from their first night again.

Yes. Hazel finally agreed that apart from the slight pain from the beginning due to his somewhat forceful entrance, the whole experience had been pleasurable.

“Hazel…”He called, his voice rough and hoarse. “If we continue, I won’t be able to stop myself anymore. You should rest.”

It wasn’t a threat, it was honesty.

He knew this was the best moment he could stop, a moment where everything had not completely gotten out of control. But if he were to continue, he wouldn’t promise that he would be able to stop.

His self-control when it comes to her never existed after all.

But Hazel did not retreat, if anything, she even squirmed her way into his embrace, still holding him around his neck to stop him from leaving.

Damien glanced down at her red and swollen lips, together with her flushed cheeks. At some point, the coat had fallen off again, revealing that large patch of her chest where Damien’s eyes lingered again.

Then, his restraints cracked like an egg that had been thrown on a hard pavement.

He pulled her even closer and kissed her again, so intensely that a sound spilled from Hazel's lips.

When she realized what had just happened, she almost facepalmed herself. She could not even recognize her own voice.

But at that point, she didn’t try to stop Damien. It was just for this night, they were no longer kids, they were just satisfying psychological needs, there was something else to it.

After tonight, nothing would change between them. They would go back to hating each other and quarreling with every little chance they get.

His body pressed closer and she didn’t resist. This time, when his hand found her breast, he didn’t resist before pressing down and kneading it in his palm.

When he felt her fabric getting in the way, he pulled the almost completely dress down from the shoulder, and her breasts popped out like jellies that had been released from some confinement.

Damien kneaded them into different shapes with his hand, his lips not stopping at the same time.

He flicked her nipple, making Hazel moan again, this time louder.

The sound was like music in Damien’s ears, he wanted to hear it again. He wanted her to only make that sound for him and he wanted to be the only one to hear it.

What Hazel didn’t know is that things can never remain the same after this night.