Chapter 68: Finding his rhythm

Damien shifted on top of her, careful not to crush her fragile self with his weight. He braced himself with one arm, supporting his weight with his elbow.

Although she wasn’t completely naked yet, his eyes still drank in the sight of her exposed and beautiful body, watching as that part of her jiggled as her chest rose and fell.

With his other hand, he pushed aside her legs and settled between her legs.

Her lips were already very swollen from his kisses, and she still felt the tingle on them whenever she pressed her lips together.

Neither of them spoke.

All that could be heard apart from the sound of the rain was that of their heavy breathing.

Damien leaned down to kiss her again, his lips moving from her lips to her cheeks and then to her ears, as he nibbled her earlobes.

Hazel felt an itchy sensation first, followed by heat that made her moan.

His kisses trailed down to her jaw, then to her neck as he bit on the skin there gently, making Hazel gasp at the slight pain, then he eased the pain by licking the same spot.

His warm tongue licked her, then he sucked on her skin, making he whimper as she held his shoulders, as though it was her only anchor against the pleasure that he was giving her.

Her breath hitched when he shifted downward, planting brief kisses on her exposed chest.

His second hand was not idle, he fiddled her breast, and Hazel's back arched, but she did not stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her.

He was attentive, taking note of every little reaction from her. Every low whimper, every moan and every subtle shift of her body.

The rain had turned gentle, just like the scene going on inside the chamber - gentle and warm.

Damien lowered his hand and pulled her dress up, raising it up to her waist.

At that moment, Hazel was literally naked. Her dress was on her, but it was not covering anything. Her upper body and lower body were completely exposed.

Feeling Damien’s gaze on her, although she had prepared her mind that she was just satisfying her body desires, a hint of embarrassment still emerged in her heart, making her press her lips together.

“Don’t hide.” Damien finally spoke, but his voice was almost unrecognizable.

It was so deep that it made Hazel’s ears shiver.

There was no dominance or force in his voice, just softened and shared heat.

But she still listened to him and no longer tried to hide.

She allowed Damien to pull down her lace white underwear. At this point, not just her cheeks, but her entire body was flushed.

And the fact that Damien was still completely clothed while She was not made her even more ashamed.

With a dark glint in his eyes, Damien sat straight and reached out to that part of her lower body. Hazel's body trembled when he began massaging her clit with his thumb, caressing it gently.

“You like that?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

Hazel did not get the chance to speak when he intruded her with his long middle finger. Her pupils shrank and a lewd moan that shocked even her spilled from her throat.

The sound echoed in the chamber, but Hazel was not even given the chance to be embarrassed when he withdrew only to thrust back inside with another finger in addition.

Hazel’s body felt hot.

Scorching even.

She felt as though she was burning inside out as he thrusted into her, making her writhe under him. But he held her by her hip, holding her in place.

His fingers did not work and he only stopped when he has added another finger to make it three. Hazel felt stuffed ans at the same time empty.

She wanted something thicker and hotter.

Her body writhed, wanting more.

It wasn’t enough, not at all.

Words were not needed to express how she was feeling, because Damien understood. Actually, at that moment, what kept him from following his strong urges was because he didn’t want to hurt her.

He straightened his back, and began undressing himself. The sound of clothes rustling made Hazel’s heart skip a bit, but there was a mix of anticipation in her heart.

But when she saw his size, she almost wanted to run.

Was it this big when they did it first?

Why does it seem even…bigger?

Hazel's eyes were as wide as saucer balls, they almost popped out of her sockets at the extreme shock she was feeling inside.

Will it even fit?

It was almost as thick as a child’s arm after all, it scared Hazel into swallowing down her spit.

“Will it…huh…” she wanted to ask, but was too embarrassed to utter the last part.

“Fit?” Damien completed the statement for her with an amused chuckle and she fell silent. “It fitted the last time, what makes you think it won’t fit again this time?”

He was right, but Hazel still couldn’t suppress her slight fear and shock.

How can someone have such a huge thing?

Was it peculiar to Alphas?

She watched with batter breath as Damien grabbed her things gently, and guarded the tip of his member into her. Hazel, who had prepared herself, didn't find it painful.

Damien advanced into her inch by inch, but Hazel found him too slow.

So, she tried taking him in further, but in an attempt to do that, she clenched her lower body and Damien’s body went stiff, he grunted, his eyes so dark that it could drip with ink.

“Hazel, do you want to break me?” He asked, gritting his teeth.

Damn.

He almost came right there.

“I…”

I just wanted to tell you to go faster.

But the words stuck in her throat when Damien pushed into her completely. He dropped all the pleasantries and began thrusting away.

Her nails pressed lightly against his back to anchor herself, her hips moving with the rhythm he found.