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“You belong to me.”

These words echoed in Hazel’s mind for a long time. She could feel her heart pounding strongly in response to them.

Cyril’s voice was deep and husky, invoking a desire for submission. Hazel could sense her body’s cravings igniting in response.

Cyril picked up Hazel and led her to the bathroom, determined to wash away all traces of the vampire scent in the bathroom. He wanted every time Hazel lay in the bathtub to remind her of him and not Hawthorne, the vampire.

“Hazel, you must remember this forever,” Cyril placed Hazel in the tub and turned on the shower, allowing the water to cascade over her.

“No, I just had a bath,” Hazel tried to get up from the tub but was held in place by Cyril’s firm grip. She had no say in the matter.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Cyril removed Hazel’s camisole, leaving her bare from the waist up, drenched from the shower. Her soft breasts looked exceptionally full. Cyril couldn’t help but admire Hazel’s perfect body. Hazel’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, trying to hide herself.

“Don’t hide anything from me,” Cyril said, putting an end to Hazel’s actions.

Cyril then undressed, discarding his shirt and pants in a corner of the bathroom. Hazel’s gaze lingered on his well-defined chest, irresistibly drawn to him every time. She couldn’t help but stare as Cyril removed his underwear, revealing his rock-hard erection. Hazel realized she was captivated.

Cyril stepped into the tub, joining Hazel in the cascading water, which now soaked them both. Water droplets slid down his skin, catching Hazel’s attention. She couldn’t help but watch as the water flowed over him, intensifying the captivating view of his body.

“Hazel, are you anticipating something?” Cyril didn’t overlook the gleam in her eyes.

Hazel turned her head slightly, “No,” she responded, determined never to appear weak in front of Cyril.

Cyril wrapped his arms around Hazel’s waist, drawing her closer to him. She ended up sitting on his lap, feeling the undeniable pressure building between her legs. It was impossible for her to ignore the enormous erection.

Cyril’s lips gently grazed Hazel’s neck, sending shivers down her spine. Under his caresses, Hazel felt her body tremble, but she didn’t resist. As Cyril’s touch intensified, Hazel found the pressure between her legs increasing. She couldn’t control the moan that escaped her lips.

“Cyril,” Hazel softly called his name. She couldn’t deny her physical response. She wanted Cyril. Hazel eagerly wrapped her arms around Cyril’s neck.

Cyril’s eyes grew even darker, and Hazel’s reaction delighted him. He kissed her shoulder, biting on the same spot again, marking her further.

Hazel let out a muffled groan as she felt the sting. “What do you want?” Hazel continued, her eyes becoming somewhat hazy. The bathroom temperature was rising, and Hazel felt her body temperature rising too. She touched Cyril’s chest, hoping to elicit more.

Whether it was punishment or reward, Hazel was prepared to accept whatever Cyril had in mind. She couldn’t resist anything he did.

“Hazel, lie down and let me taste you,” Cyril whispered softly by Hazel’s ear, guiding her.

Cyril turned off the shower, allowing the water in the bathtub to flow down the drain.

Hazel heard Cyril’s words, and she extended her head out of the bathtub, positioning herself flat on her back.

Cyril removed Hazel’s pants and tossed them outside the bathtub, leaving her in just her underwear.

Hazel’s cheeks flushed bright red. She was surprised by her audacity, yet secretly hoped Cyril would truly do something. As she clenched her thighs together, she could feel the moisture between her legs increasing. The bathroom filled with an intoxicating aroma, with no trace of Hawthorne.

Sensing Hazel’s distraction, Cyril moved closer to Hazel’s chest, taking her nipple into his mouth. His vigorous sucking made Hazel let out a loud whimper, and she grabbed Cyril’s hair, urging him to explore further.

Cyril’s hand drew circles and kneaded Hazel’s other breast, increasing the pressure. Hazel moaned louder as she grasped his shoulders, eagerly seeking more.

Hazel grew increasingly restless, desiring more. She reached for Cyril’s hand, encouraging him to delve deeper.

“Do you want me to go further down, Hazel?” Cyril’s voice was surprisingly calm, his earlier anger momentarily repressed.

“I want more,” Hazel expressed her desires.

Cyril chuckled softly, pleased with Hazel’s response.

Hazel could feel Cyril’s heated breath against her parted lips as he kissed her shoulder, collarbone, and then her chest and abdomen.

Hazel heard a tearing sound, and Cyril ripped her underwear and tossed it onto the floor. He paused, his fingers at a pulsating spot, and roared, “You’re soaking wet.”

Hazel was oblivious to Cyril’s words, her mind too overwhelmed to process anything else. Cyril’s tongue moved inside her, relentlessly stimulating Hazel’s most sensitive area. Various sounds escaped her lips as she experienced waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Cyril’s hand on her chest continued to massage and knead. Hazel couldn’t help but cling to his shoulders, savoring every moment.

“Are you yearning for something, Hazel?” Cyril’s tongue left her, and he crawled over her, allowing his throbbing manhood to rub against her thighs. Hazel could feel her heart racing with every movement.

“Will you give it to me?” Hazel inquired.

Cyril didn’t respond but resumed sucking on Hazel’s nipples, his fingers slowly penetrating her, drawing more moans from Hazel. She found it far from enough; she craved more.

Hazel attempted to grasp Cyril’s erection but was stopped by his firm grip.

“Hazel, be patient,” Cyril’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

Hazel expressed her silent resistance. Cyril increased the speed of his fingers’ thrusts, his tongue circling her breasts.

“Do you want to climax, Hazel?” Cyril could feel the fluids on his fingers, evidence of Hazel’s arousal.

Tears welled up in Hazel’s eyes as the pressure between her legs intensified. She desperately wanted more excitement and believed Cyril could provide it. Cyril’s fingers quickened their pace once again, his eyes locked onto Hazel’s flushed cheeks.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” Cyril’s face bore an expression of pure delight.

Hazel couldn’t stifle her moans, quickly responding, “I belong to you.”

Upon hearing her words, Cyril grew even more unrestrained. He relished this intimate moment, which was exclusively Hazel’s and his. The bathroom was filled with their excitement, and Cyril didn’t care if anyone else could sense it.

Cyril’s fingers rapidly moved in and out within Hazel, who tightened her legs. Cyril’s manhood continued to rub against her thighs, and she felt herself nearing a tipping point. Cyril’s fingers relentlessly stimulated her most sensitive area, over and over again. Finally, Hazel experienced that undeniable pleasure she had been craving, her body quivering, and her moans growing louder.