Chapter 6 Duke-006

Hazel was forced into silence as the man gently touched her cheek, caressing the contours of her face with a touch like an electric current that sent shivers throughout her body, evoking sensations she had never experienced before. Her heart raced, and her face flushed like a blushing sunset.

Hazel cried out in panic, "What are you doing? Let me go, Sir!"

"Shhh... you'll like it, Lady..." Slowly, the man leaned in closer, his ocean-blue eyes gazing at Hazel with intense desire. Their warm breaths met, creating an intimate and longing atmosphere. Without warning, his lips touched Hazel's, delivering a kiss as warm as a hot spring, drowning them in a sea of passion. Their tongues united, dancing skillfully, exploring every corner of each other's mouths. A small moan escaped Hazel's lips as the man deepened the kiss, leading her to an unimaginable peak of pleasure.

"Mmmpphhhh..." An impudent moan escaped Hazel's lips.

The man's hands explored Hazel's body gently, caressing every curve with care. He kissed her neck, moving down to her shoulder, and then to her chest. Each touch was like fire igniting Hazel's skin, setting ablaze a conflagration that consumed her sanity.

Hazel, now seated on the man's lap, moaned softly as she felt her sensitive parts touched delicately. Her body responded instinctively, arching her back and clutching her dress tightly. She felt lost in a sea of passion, unable to think clearly.

"Do you want to continue?" the man whispered in her ear, his voice low and seductive, like a spell awakening Hazel's hidden desires.

Hazel tried to free herself from the man's embrace, even though her body craved the opposite. "I need to go," she said desperately, struggling against the increasing temptation. "Let me go..."

The man smiled faintly, his eyes shining with irresistible desire. He kissed Hazel again. Their lips moved more deeply, like a dance full of passion and longing. Each touch was like the waves of the sea crashing against the shore, powerful yet gentle.

Their tongues touched, dancing gracefully like two flames merging, warming the cold night. Hazel felt a profound sensation, like a river flowing rapidly inside her, carrying all the unspoken feelings.

The man deepened the kiss, delving further with unstoppable tenderness. Every breath they took seemed to merge, creating a harmony that only the two of them could feel. Hazel felt herself being swept away in a sea of emotions, drowning in a vortex of beauty and passion.

"Don't you want to sleep with me?" he asked, his voice filled with desire. "How about we do it here?"

Hazel was astonished, her eyes widening in surprise. "Here?!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief and a hint of fear. She had never imagined herself in such a situation, especially not in an inappropriate place.

The man chuckled softly, his voice melodious in Hazel's ears. "Yes, here. No one will know," he whispered, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Hazel bit her lip, feeling confused and cornered. On one hand, she felt a desire she had never experienced before. On the other hand, she knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't give in to such a powerful temptation.

"Please... let me go, Sir, I can't," she finally whispered, her voice trembling, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks. She felt trapped in a dilemma between desire and guilt.

"Don't you want to feel more?" the man whispered in her ear, his voice low and seductive, like a spell enchanting Hazel. "I can make you feel so... good?"

"I... Sir... I-I..."

"Calm down, Miss..." The man smiled faintly, his eyes shining with passion. "Don't you want to experience this?" he asked, his voice tempting. "I am experienced enough to understand that you actually want it."

His kiss landed on Hazel's lips again, this time deeper and more passionate, as if to assert his dominance. His hot breath scorched Hazel's skin, lulling her into an irresistible vortex of pleasure.

"Don't you really want to continue?"

Hazel looked down, "N-no... please let me go, Sir..."

The man stared at Hazel intensely, trying to read her heart. He saw doubt and fear in her eyes, and somehow, his heart was touched.

Like a lion releasing its prey, he allowed Hazel to rise from his lap. "Very well," he whispered, his voice full of tenderness. "I will not force you."

Hazel remained silent, unable to speak. Her heart was filled with relief and guilt at the same time. She wanted to thank the man for his understanding, but the words were caught in her throat.

Hazel nodded slowly, still enveloped in confusion and regret. She realized she had made a mistake, but the burning desire was hard to resist.

Suddenly, the sound of a knock on the door brought Hazel out of her reverie. A servant said, "Sir, Miss, sorry to disturb... Lady Ellsworth's order is ready. Would you like me to wrap it up now?"

Hazel quickly stood up and replied, "Y-yes... please wrap it up now, I need to leave immediately."

The man reached for Hazel again, giving her a brief kiss before releasing her, gazing at her with intense focus. "I will wait for you," he whispered as Hazel left with a flushed face.

The man adjusted his black hair with his hand, his eyes squinting as he smiled faintly. "Quite intriguing," he said to himself.

As Hazel collected her order and returned to the car, the waiting servant approached her anxiously. "Miss, are you okay? Are you feeling feverish? Do you feel dizzy?"

Hazel gave a thin smile, although her heart was still pounding as she recalled the recent events. "I'm fine," she said, trying to reassure the servant. "But I'm starting to feel tired. Please take me home quickly."

The servant nodded quickly. "Certainly, Miss," he said, helping Hazel into the car. "We will take you home right away."

Throughout the journey home, Hazel's thoughts were filled with images of the man. She kept recalling his captivating gaze, his soft black hair, and his embrace that provided a sense of security. Hazel's cheeks warmed as she remembered their passionate kiss, leaving her feeling both confused and embarrassed.

The servant, sitting in the front, observed Hazel with concern. He glanced back and noticed Hazel's flushed face. "Miss, are you feverish? Your face is very red."

Hazel hesitated for a moment, trying to calm herself. "No, I'm just tired," she replied, trying to sound calm.

Upon arriving home, the servant promptly helped Hazel out of the car and escorted her to her room. Hazel felt relieved to rest, though her mind remained unsettled.

"Good night and rest well, Miss," the servant said politely. "Is there anything else you need?"

Hazel shook her head. "Please give this cake to Mother," she said, handing over the box of cake she had purchased. "Tell her it is a gift from the tea party."

The servant nodded, taking the box with care. "Certainly, Miss. I will convey your message."

After the servant left, Hazel sat on the edge of her bed, feeling alone and somewhat confused. The image of the man still haunted her thoughts, reminding her of the intimate moment that almost occurred at the bakery. Every time she recalled the man's touch and kiss, her heart raced. Yet, there was also a sense of shame and regret enveloping her.

Hazel took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew that in the future, she would have to be more cautious. This harsh and trap-filled social world required greater strength and resilience. In the silence of her room, Hazel resolved to become stronger and not let herself fall into the same temptation again.

With that thought, Hazel lay down on her bed, allowing exhaustion to overtake her. That night, she fell asleep with her mind still filled with the image of the mysterious man.

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