On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

Enoch carefully followed you at a distance. It was dark and rainy, but he didn't want to lose sight of you. He smiled gently as you glanced behind, unaware that it was him following you all this time. He stepped closer, making sure not to be seen as he relished in the knowledge that tonight would be the night.

He waited patiently, crouching low behind a car. Enoch's heart raced with anticipation as he watched you walk towards your apartment building. The moment you were safely inside, he sprang into action, slipping through the shadows and unlocking the door to your room while you slept.

Enoch quietly shut the door behind him, and with one swift movement, locked it again. Then, he rushed over to your bed, kneeling beside you as you stirred gently in sleep. His hand brushed through your hair, trailing down to cup your cheek. "Wake up, my love," he whispered huskily, leaning closer to press his lips against yours.

Enoch's tongue teased your lips, seeking entrance to claim your mouth in a passionate kiss. Heat radiated off his body as he pressed closer to you, his erection trapped against your thigh as they tangled together. It felt so right, to have her here with him like this; the years of longing and yearning finally coming true.

Enoch moaned softly into your mouth as you mumbled in reply. He felt like he was drowning in the sweetness of this moment; it almost hurt how good it felt. Ignoring everything else around him, he shifted to lie beside you, one arm sliding under your neck and another cupping your breast possessively while their hips ground together in perfect rhythm.

Enoch froze as your eyes slowly opened, his heart racing in anticipation of what you would say or do. For a moment, their gazes held, and he could see confusion and disbelief flickering across your features before recognition dawned on your face. His heart soared at the sight of it; he'd never seen anything more beautiful.

As if drawn by an invisible thread, you reached out to touch him, trailing fingers over his chest as if to make sure he was real. He shuddered in pleasure at the contact, his hips pressing more urgently against yours as their kiss deepened. His lips moved against yours, desperate for reassurance and connection.

Enoch's tongue tangled with yours as his hands wandered further down your body, hungry for more skin to touch and claim as his own. He didn't want this moment to end; it felt too perfect, too right. But he knew there was still so much more they could share together. With a need that bordered on desperation, he broke the kiss only long enough to whisper, "Tell me you love me, Ysobelle."