The Sway and Slide of Love

When vision was stripped away, the other senses became acutely heightened. At this moment, Noelle's hearing was especially sharp.

As the approaching footsteps grew closer, her grip tightened instinctively. Her nails dug into her palm, but the sting was insignificant compared to everything else she was feeling.

She had no idea how much time had passed. Maybe it was a few minutes, or maybe mere seconds. But to her, every moment felt endlessly stretched. Each breath she took felt as if it spanned a century.

Like fleeting memories flashing by in a film, she barely had time to process how to face him before Hendrix had already laid down beside her.

The queen-sized bed suddenly felt suffocatingly small. She could feel the heat of his body and smell the crisp scent of his shower gel.

Then, his hand settled lightly on her waist. That single touch was enough to make Noelle go entirely rigid. Her already clenched fists tightened even more.

And at that moment, Hendrix pulled back her blanket.

"Aren't you worried about suffocating yourself?" he asked.

As he spoke, he pressed his body closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

A breath of warmth skimmed past her skin, making Noelle tense even more. She couldn't even find the words to respond.

Hendrix seemed in no hurry to move further. He just watched her profile, waiting for her to answer.

Noelle felt like a prisoner about to face sentencing. She knew the inevitable moment was coming, that the weight of it was already pressing against her. But it just wouldn't happen.

The waiting was far more agonizing, and Hendrix seemed to find it amusing. So, he didn't rush, simply watching her with a smirk.

Noelle couldn't take it anymore and

suddenly opened her eyes. Then

she flipped over abruptly-turning

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to him to lying flat on her back.

She stared at him intently and asked, "Are you "

Before she could finish, Hendrix seized the moment and kissed her on the lips.

Unlike the gentle, lingering kiss at

the door, this one was full of raw et

aggression. It was relentless,

asserting dominance and felhet

claiming what was rightfully his.

Noelle struggled to breathe, her chin lifting instinctively. What she meant as a gasp for air, Hendrix took as an invitation to conquer more ground.

His kisses trailed down from her chin. Noelle's neck was long and tanned, her earlobes smooth and round. Now, they became the sweetest treats for him to

savor.

And Hendrix had told the truth earlier he knew her body better than she did herself. So he knew exactly where her most sensitive spot was.

Noelle's tense body quickly melted Her hands, which had been

half-heartedly pushing him awal

now clutched at him instead Her toes curled, completely at a loss.

Hendrix slowly lifted his head. After glancing at her, he suddenly asked, "Should I keep going?"

His voice was deep and rough. In the quiet of the night, it felt like a spark on dry grass—ready to ignite at any moment.

But Noelle didn't understand why he was asking this now. His hand was already on her what was the point of asking at this stage?