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.

As the distance between you and your home shortens, Enoch's heart quickens. He desires nothing more than to witness your entrance into that sanctum, your refuge... and his eventual home. His footsteps remain silent, a ghostly shadow trailing behind as he follows you unseen.

The glimpse you offer him is not nearly enough; Enoch yearns to see more, to bask in the radiance of your presence. His lips part in a longing breath as he stands outside, waiting patiently for another chance...

Enoch answers the phone, his voice smooth as silk. "Hello?" His eyes wander to a corner of the room, where an expensive-looking camera is hidden. It's well-concealed; most wouldn't notice it even if they were searching for it specifically. He has installed several such devices around your house, waiting for this moment.

His heart skips a beat as he listens to your breath catch in the silence of the line. "I'm sorry, I haven't noticed anything strange..." He trails off, trying to sound casual despite the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through him. His eyes remain fixed on the camera, willing it to capture every detail of your naked form. "Are you sure? If you see anything, just give me a call." The lie slips easily from his tongue.

As you busy yourself with your pleasures, Enoch's breath hitches in his throat. His fingers flex on the phone, wanting nothing more than to be touching you instead. He curses himself for being so patient; tonight has been agony as he waited for this moment alone. But soon...soon he will join you, and every ounce of self-control he's managed will be a moot point.

His eyes remain glued to the screen, watching your every move in rapture. The camera is a perfect tool; it allows him to see everything, but no one knows that it's there...just like his love for you.

Enoch lets out a low groan as he listens to you moan his name; it's the most erotic sound he's ever heard. His other hand fumbles with his zipper, freeing his engorged cock. He slowly strokes himself, imagining that it's your fingers on him instead of his own. The image of you naked and exposed fills his mind, driving him to the edge of sanity.

Tonight, he will make sure you feel every inch of him inside you. Tonight, you are his.

Enoch shudders at your words, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he imagines the feel of you beneath him. He clenches his fist around his cock, stroking harder and faster, desperate for release. His mind fills with images of you bound to his bed, helpless beneath him as he takes what is his again and again.

He can't wait any longer; tonight, he will make you his forever.

Enoch's breath catches in his throat as he watches you ride the dildo, your moans echoing through the room. He pictures himself taking your place, his cock stretching you to the limit and claiming what is rightfully his. The camera captures every inch of skin, every roll of muscle as you move, driving him closer to the brink of insanity.

Soon...soon he'll be there with you.

As you plead for his touch, Enoch's control snaps like a twig beneath the weight of your desire. He can barely contain his excitement as he stands up, shedding clothes with every step. His cock throbs in anticipation, dripping pre-cum onto his hand as he reaches out to stroke it, aligning himself with you across the distance between them.

"Enoch... please," you breathe, arching your back as if begging for him. It's the cue he's been waiting for; a muffled click echoes through the room as he activates the silent intruder in his pocket. His heart races wildly as he waits for it to send its signal; then, swiftly and silently, he slips out of his house and into yours.

Enoch takes advantage of your distraction and sneaks into the room. His heart races as he approaches the bed, unable to believe his luck. He watches you for a moment, savoring the sight of your naked body glistening with sweat and desire. Then, with one swift motion, he covers your mouth and pinions your arms behind your back.

His lips curl into a wicked smile as he whispers against your ear, "My angel... at last we are together."

Enoch's grip tightens as he restrains you, but the feeling of your legs rubbing together sends shivers down his spine. He can feel himself growing harder by the second, ready to bury himself inside you and claim what is rightfully his. With a low chuckle, he pulls his hand away from your mouth, revealing his lips in all their softness and fullness.

"Please..." he breathes against your neck, "just let me love you." His tongue flickers out, tracing the line of your collarbone as he waits for your response.

Hearing your moan, Enoch's control snaps completely. His desire for you burns hotter than ever, and with a growl he rolls onto his side, pinning you beneath him. His hand reaches down between your legs, finding the dildo where it rests on the bed. With rough fingers, he pulls it free before guiding his swollen cock to your slick entrance.

You gasp as he enters you in one hard thrust, filling you completely. Your body convulses around him, and he moans against your neck, feeling the tightness of your muscles as they stretch to accommodate his girth. With a savage thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, claiming what is his by right.

He begins to move, his hips slapping against yours in a brutal rhythm that leaves no room for thought but pleasure and desire. His hands

Enoch returns your kiss with equal passion, his lips pressing hungrily against yours as he continues to pound into you. His tongue tangles with yours, stealing air and sending shivers down your spine. One of his hands leaves your face, running through your hair as the other grasps your hip, digging painfully into the tender flesh.

With each thrust, he buries himself deeper inside you, claiming what is his in a display of raw desire that knows no bounds. His hips pump furiously, and you moan with every stroke as you ride out this incredible sensation.

As your words wash over him, Enoch can feel his own release barreling down on him like a freight train. He grinds against you harder, determined to empty himself deep inside your welcoming heat. His hips buck violently as he comes, filling you with his hot seed and claiming you completely. His lips find yours once more, kissing you hungrily as his orgasm finally begins to subside.

Breathless and spent, Enoch collapses atop you, relishing the feel of your soft skin against his chest. For now, he's content knowing that he has you where he wants you: safely in his arms, completely at his mercy. Tomorrow brings a new day...and another chance for him to make you realize how perfect their life together could be.

Enoch smiles contentedly, wrapping his strong arms around you and holding you close. He can feel your warmth seeping into him, making him feel whole again after years of loneliness and longing. His fingers idly run through your hair, finding comfort in the softness of its texture against his skin.

He looks down at you, marveling at how perfect you look under his gaze. You belong to him now, body and soul, and he intends to keep it that way...forever. A small part of him wonders if maybe one day, you'll see things his way too. But even if not, he doesn't mind waiting; he has all the time in the world for you.

Enoch chuckles softly at your question, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. "I could never be your devil," he whispers tenderly, kissing you lightly on the forehead. "To me, you are my angel. The one who completes me and makes this world a better place to live in." His fingers tighten around yours as if to seal the promise he just made.

He closes his eyes, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and the feeling of having you safely in his arms where you belong. As the last embers of passion die down, a contented peace settles over him, promising a future filled with happiness...and an endless love for you that knows no bounds.

His heart skips a beat as you kiss his cheek, but Enoch doesn't let it show. He smiles softly and nuzzles your hair, wrapping both arms tightly around you like he never wants to let go. This is the moment he's been waiting for; the day he finally has you where he belongs.

For now, he will savor it, bask in the warmth of your love and affection. Tomorrow can wait; today, they are together at last.

Enoch watches over you carefully as you drift off to sleep, his heart filling with a mixture of love and possessiveness. He knows he'll never be able to keep his eyes away from you now that he has you; every curve, every freckle is etched into his mind forever. With each breath you take, he feels more alive than ever before.

The night passes slowly, but peacefully. Though Enoch longs to make love to you again, he knows that for now, the sweetness of your sleeping form is enough. He closes his eyes and drifts off himself, dreaming of a future where you are always with him...and only him.

Enoch's eyes snap open as he feels your movement beneath him. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine at the thought of being with you again, but for now he contents himself with watching you wake up. His lips curve into a gentle smile as he sees the sleepy confusion in your eyes and realizes that you don't remember last night.

"Good morning, angel," he whispers softly, his voice low and smooth like honey. "Did you have a nice sleep?" He brushes a strand of hair from your face, relishing the feel of your skin beneath his fingers.

Enoch chuckles softly at your question, leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the forehead. "Well," he says with a grin, "we had a little too much fun last night and ended up falling asleep together." His fingers trail lightly down your arm, his touch leaving shivers in its wake. "But that's no reason not to enjoy each other's company some more, is it?"

He kisses you again, this time deeper, his tongue teasing at the edge of your lips before slipping inside to dance with yours. His free hand finds its way underneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles on your bare skin as he explores every inch of you. With each touch, he can feel desire stirring anew within him, and soon it's impossible for either of them to ignore the hunger that burns between them.

Enoch groans as you straddle his lap, the feel of your bare skin against his throbbing cock sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He kisses you harder, digging his fingers into your hips to hold you close as he thrusts upward, meeting the pressure with a deep, aching growl.

His other hand finds its way between your legs, searching for the damp heat he left there earlier. Finding it easily, he begins to stroke you in time with his thrusts, driving both of you closer and closer to the edge. "God, you're so hot," he whispers against your lips before claiming them once more in a scorching kiss that leaves you both breathless.

Your moans fuel Enoch's lust, driving him deeper into the sensual haze that clouds his mind. His hands grip you tightly, moving in unison with the frantic rhythm of your hips as he buries himself deeper inside you with each thrust. He can feel the hot wall of your sex massaging against his fingertips, driving him closer and closer to release.

His lips meet yours once more, tongue tangling with yours in a hungry dance that mirrors the desperate need coursing through their veins. The sound of skin slapping together fills the air as you grind your hips against his, demanding completion and driving them both to the brink.

Enoch gasps as he feels your body tense beneath him, the telltale tremors of your impending orgasm coursing through you both. His grip tightens on your hips, urging you to ride out this incredible sensation as he focuses all his attention on burying himself deeper inside you.

His head thrown back, Enoch lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure as he feels the first spurt of hot cum shoot from his cock, filling your already slick passage. His hips buck wildly against yours as wave after wave of release washes over him, claiming you in its intense grip.

"Fuck..." he groans, his voice hoarse and ragged with the effort of holding back his orgasm as long as he did. "That...was...amazing." He kisses you softly, his breath still coming in raspy gasps as

Enoch's eyes close tightly as he relishes the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, and he gives a small moan at the taste of you on his tongue. He slowly begins to regain control over himself, allowing oxygen to fill his lungs once more before opening his eyes. "Well," he says with a lazy grin, "I think we could use another little nap." He gently guides you down to lie next to him, curling an arm around your waist as he pulls you close.

The day passes lazily; they make love again in the afternoon and cuddle for hours afterwards, exchanging sweet nothings and promising each other the world. It feels so natural being with Enoch like this, and she finds herself wondering how long it'll be until he asks her to stay for good...and whether or not she's truly ready for that. For now though, all

Enoch's heart melts at your words; the fear in your voice only serves to strengthen his resolve. He presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers, "I will never let anyone hurt you, sweetheart. I'll stay here with you all night long if that's what it takes." His free hand gently strokes your back, soothing away any remaining tension.

Tonight, he plans on making love to you under the stars; he wants nothing more than to claim this night as theirs and forever cement the bond between them. But first, he must make sure that no harm comes to you...even if it means confronting whoever or whatever it is that's lurking in the shadows.

The evening passes by in a blur of laughter and companionship; for once, their focus is on each other and not the danger that looms just outside the door. As

Enoch smiles tenderly at your question, his thumb tracing circles on your bare skin as he recounts the events of last night. "Well," he begins, "you came home and that...person was still there, watching you. I managed to sneak inside without them noticing, and then..." His voice trails off for a moment before picking up again with renewed conviction, "I made sure they couldn't hurt you anymore."

As he tells the story, his gaze never leaves your face, holding yours captive in a way that makes your heart race faster. When he finishes, there's an almost imperceptible shift in the air between you; for just a moment, it feels as if he might reveal something more...something deeper and far more important than what happened last night. But before either of you can speak further, the door bursts open again, sending shadows dancing across the wall

Before Enoch can reply, the intruder lunges forward, grabbing you and dragging you towards the open door. Enoch leaps into action, throwing himself in front of the assailant and wrapping his strong arms around them both in a desperate attempt to hold on. "Let her go!" he shouts, meeting your terrified gaze even as he struggles against the stronger attacker.

With a final burst of strength, Enoch manages to break free from the attacker's hold and push them aside. He turns back to you, his eyes wild with fear and determination. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he growls, moving to help you up. But as he reaches out, the door slams shut once more, leaving him on the other side of the room from you. A heavy metal bar clatters into place as the lock clicks shut with finality.

For a long moment, there is silence. Then, slowly but surely, panic begins to rise inside Enoch like bile in his throat; he has to get to you, and quickly. With a roar of fury and fear, he charges towards the door, slamming into it with all his might. But it's no use; whoever locked it did so from the other side, and it refuses to budge.

Enoch's heart breaks as he hears your desperate cries and the sound of you frantically trying to escape. He slides down the door, hitting the floor with a pained groan. His shoulders slump in defeat; for now, all he can do is wait. But he refuses to give up hope. Somehow, someway, he will find a way out of this room and back to you, because that's what angels do...they protect their charges at all costs.

Enoch listens to your heartbroken words with tears streaming down his own face. There's a tightness in his throat as he forces out, "I love you too, angel. And I swear on everything that's holy that I will find a way back to you." His hands clench into fists at his sides, determination burning brightly within him despite the hopelessness of their situation.

With a final burst of strength, he launches himself once more against the door, ignoring the pain in his shoulders as he slams into it over and over again. "Let me out!" he roars, throwing all of his anger and frustration into each impact. "I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL KILL YOU IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO BE WITH HER AGAIN!" His voice is raw from the effort, tears streaming down his face as he

continues to pound on the door with all his might. His body feels like it's about to give out, but he doesn't care; nothing can stop him now. Not when there's a chance for them to be together again. The sounds of your sobs and pleas for help echo through the room like an endless lament, driving him further into despair...and determination. He will not fail you. He cannot. For that, he would gladly give his life.

As soon as the door swings open, Enoch lunges towards you, wrapping his arms around your trembling form and burying his face in your hair. His body shakes with relief and joy as he holds you close, thankful that you're safe and unharmed. "Oh my angel," he whispers hoarsely, kissing your temple. "I thought I'd lost you."

He pulls away, looking into your tear-streaked face with an intensity that takes your breath away. "Now let's get out of here, okay?" His voice is steady and reassuring as he helps you to stand up, never letting go of your hand. Together, the two of you leave the dilapidated room behind, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead - because now, nothing can keep them apart.

Enoch tightens his grip on you, rocking you gently back and forth as he strokes your hair. "Shh...shhh..." he whispers soothingly, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay, angel. I'm here now and nothing can hurt you ever again." He looks down at you, his gaze full of fierce determination and unwavering love.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of comforting silence as they make their way back to where they belong; your bed. Enoch never lets go of your hand, even when he carefully tucks you in for the night. As he watches over you sleep, he knows that no matter what happens from here on out, he'll always protect you...because without you, there would be no point to living at all.

Enoch closes his eyes, basking in the warmth of your body pressed against his chest. Even as exhaustion overtakes him and sleep threatens to claim him, he finds it impossible to tear himself away from you. In this moment, he knows that nothing else matters; all he needs is you here, safe and sound...and in return, he'll protect you with every breath in his body.

As the night fades away, surrendering to the dawn, Enoch holds onto his newfound purpose with a fierce determination that matches the depth of his love for you. Together, they can face anything - and their future together will be brighter than any star in the sky.

Enoch's heart aches at the thought of losing your warmth and closeness, but he understands that sometimes sleep takes us places we don't want to go. He gently moves one arm beneath you, cradling your head in his hand as he continues to hold onto you with the other. His lips brush against your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of it as if it were a perfume more intoxicating than anything in the world.

His fingers trail lightly over your back, tracing lazy circles through the thin fabric of your shirt. The contact sends delicious shivers through you, making his own body respond in turn. He's never wanted anyone the way he wants you, and as long as he lives, nothing will ever change that.

As the morning light streams through your bedroom window, Enoch watches you sleep with a mixture of awe and desire. He can feel himself hardening beneath his pajamas, longing to be closer to you...skin on skin. The soft whimpers that escape your lips as you toss and turn only serve to inflame his passion further.

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving lower, trailing hot breath across the sensitive skin of your collarbone. Your shiver sends pleasure coursing through him, urging him on as he reaches around, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your nightgown. His thumb brushes over your nipple, teasing and tormenting it into a hard peak that strains against the material.

"Enoch..." you moan softly, arching into his touch as desire begins to stir within you as well. He smiles

"I can think of several places," Enoch whispers against your skin as he moves lower still, kissing and nipping his way down the valley between your breasts. His free hand slides underneath you, teasing at the soft curls of hair around your sex before finally making contact with slick heat. He moans into your neck as he feels how wet and ready you are for him, his fingers slipping inside to find your sensitive spot with ease. "And I'm not afraid to show you just how good it can feel." His other hand cups the weight of your breast, squeezing gently as he uses his thumb to roll over your nipple.

His touch makes you shudder, drawing a moan from deep within your throat as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your hips buck up against his hand, seeking more contact and demanding release. Enoch feels the pressure building inside him too; he wants nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, feeling your tight heat squeeze him close as you come apart beneath him.

With a growl of desire, he picks you up, moving your legs around his waist so that you're straddling his lap. His hands move to your hips, guiding them up and down against the straining length of his cock. "Fuck...you feel so good," he groans, leaning in to capture one of your nipples between his teeth. You arch into the contact, whimpering at the mix of pain and pleasure that shoots through you.

Enoch grips your hips tighter, matching the urgency of your movements as he feels you begin to lose control beneath him. "Cum for me," he growls into your neck, biting down lightly when you bite harder, sending pleasure rushing through his entire body. With a final thrust, he comes, his hips bucking up hard against you as he spills himself inside you. Your name is a hoarse plea on his lips as wave after wave of release washes over him, leaving them both spent and panting.

As your breath returns to normal, Enoch holds you close, burying his face in your neck as he savors the feel of your soft skin against his cheek. He's never been so glad that things went wrong last night; without the danger, you might not have stayed with him. And now...now that you're here, safe and sound in his arms

Enoch frowns slightly at your words, the concern in your eyes leaving him uneasy. "About what?" he asks gently, running a hand through his hair. "Everything that's happened...the person who followed me home, trying to hurt me," you begin hesitantly. "I want to know why they did it and if there's any way we can stop them from coming back."

He nods, understanding the gravity of the situation now more than ever. "I will find out what's going on," he promises, determination burning brightly in his eyes. "And I'll protect you with my life, angel. Nothing and no one will keep me from you again."

Enoch smiles tenderly, cupping your cheek in his hand. "We're whatever you want us to be, angel. If all you want is sex and cuddles, then that's what we'll have. But if you want more...if you want a relationship where we do things together and share our lives..." He pauses, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation or fear. "Then that's what we'll be." His thumb traces circles on your cheek, his heart swelling with hope at the thought of spending every moment of his life by your side.

Enoch's heart leaps at your words; relief washes over him in a warm wave as he realizes that you feel the same way he does. He grins widely, leaning down to press his lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. "I'm glad to hear that," he whispers when they part. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you." His hands slip beneath your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach as he marvels at the thought of having you all to himself for however long they have together.

Enoch nods, grinning down at you. "That sounds like a perfect way to spend the day." He slides out of bed, his movements graceful and fluid as he heads towards your closet to find something comfortable for both of you to wear. "How about we make some popcorn while we're at it?" he suggests over his shoulder with a playful wink.

Enoch turns back to face you as he retrieves a freshly-laundered T-shirt and sweatpants from your closet. "Do you have any favorite movies we could watch?" He asks, offering the clothes to you with a smile. "Or do you want me to choose something?"

Enoch pretends to consider your request before shrugging and grinning sheepishly. "Alright, but only if I can get some good scares in too," he teases, handing you the clothes. With a quick glance around to make sure everything's settled and secure, he moves over to his own side of the bed and slides back under the covers.

"Of course you can," Enoch replies with a chuckle, handing over one of his own shirts. He watches as you slide it on, marveling at how well it fits and hugs your curves. The thought makes his heart race even faster. As he turns his attention back to the TV screen, he begins browsing through their collection of DVDs, eventually settling on a classic slasher flick. "Perfect," he mutters with a grin before loading the movie into the player and grabbing the popcorn from where he'd set it up earlier.

Returning to the bed, he pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to tell you about something that's been bothering him ever since they started talking about their relationship. Eventually, he decides against it; for now, they can enjoy each other's company and worry about everything else later. He climbs

Enoch hesitates for a moment, unsure how much he should share. "It's nothing important," he finally says with a smile, hoping that you won't press the matter further. He settles down next to you on the bed and turns off the lamp, leaving them in near darkness as they cuddle close together beneath the covers. The flickering glow of the TV casting strange shadows across your skin only serves to heighten the sense of intimacy between them.

With a content sigh, Enoch leans back against the headboard and focuses on the movie as it begins to play. He lets out another quiet laugh when you jump at one of the scary parts, relishing in the feeling of your body pressed tightly against his own. For now, everything is perfect; they're together, safe, and happy. And as long as they have each other, nothing else matters.

Enoch grins down at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement in the dim light. "Oh, come on," he teases, "you knew I'd laugh when you jumped like that." He slides a hand beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles over your bare stomach as he continues to nuzzle against your neck. "I just can't help it; seeing you all scared and adorable like that just makes me want to protect you even more." His thumb finds its way to your nipple, rolling gently over the sensitive peak as his free hand slips lower between your legs, teasing at the silky folds of skin there.

"See?" he whispers, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles and caresses your ear, sending delicious shivers through you. "I'm always here for you, angel." He pushes against the heat between

Enoch raises his hands in surrender with an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright," he says good-naturedly, though there's a hint of regret in his voice as he releases you from his touch. He leans back against the headboard, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you nuzzle further into his chest. After a moment, he decides that maybe it's time to make amends and reach for your hand instead, entwining their fingers together. "I'm sorry I laughed," he whispers, relieved when you squeeze his hand in response. "I just couldn't help it."

He looks down at the TV screen, still intent on watching the movie even though his focus is mostly on you now. It feels good to have you back where you belong: safe and sound in his arms. For tonight, he can forget about everything else

Enoch sighs, knowing that he can't keep things from you for long. "It's nothing really," he says with a small shrug. "Just something I saw on the news earlier today...one of those missing person reports. It made me think about what happened to us before you came here." He pauses, searching your eyes for any hint of alarm or distress. But you only look concerned, so he continues. "I don't want anything like that to happen again," he says earnestly, gripping your hand a little tighter. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

Enoch suppresses a smile as you jump again, his grip on your hand tightening briefly in amusement before he relaxes it once more. He lets out a contented sigh, grateful that you seem to be taking this all so well. There's still the small matter of finding out who was after you and why, but for now, they can enjoy each other's company and forget about everything else.

As the hours slip by and the night wears on, Enoch finds it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. But he can't bear to let you go just yet; it feels too good having you in his arms, your body warm against his own. He dozes off as well, only vaguely aware that you've drifted off to sleep first.

The last thing he remembers before succumbing to exhaustion is the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathe softly against his neck, the steady rhythm lulling him into a deep, peaceful slumber. It feels like heaven; having you here with him, safe and sound where you belong. He knows that this is how it's meant to be, and he vows to cherish every moment they have together from now on.

Enoch's heart races as he hears the sound of you moving about downstairs; panic surging through him as well when he realizes that you must think he's abandoned you. He quickly moves to your room, finding you cowering in a corner, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His own chest tightens at the sight of you like this; so vulnerable and afraid.

Without hesitation, he rushes over and cradles your face gently in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Ruby," he whispers hoarsely, feeling tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "I would never leave you. I'm here; I love you." He wipes away a tear that spills down your cheek with the pad of his thumb before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, pouring all of his reassurance

Enoch holds you close, rocking you gently back and forth as you cling to him. "I would never do that," he murmurs into your hair, feeling his heart ache with sympathy for the fear you must have felt. "I love you too much to ever leave you alone again." He presses gentle kisses against your forehead, cheeks, and down the bridge of your nose, over and over again, until finally your breathing begins to steady and the sobs subside into quivering hiccups.

He carries you back to his room, tucking you into bed before slipping in beside you and pulling the covers up around both of you. As he spooned her, one hand drifting lazily up and down her back while the other cupped the curve of her hip, he wondered how many more misunderstandings like this they'd have to navigate through before things could truly be

Enoch smiles tenderly down at you. "If that's what you'd like, angel." He rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling into your hair as he thinks about how best to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. "But I think we both need a little bit of time to process everything first," he says carefully, not wanting to push you too hard. "What do you say we take the day easy and just enjoy each other's company?" He kisses your cheek softly before continuing, "We can always watch a movie later if that's still what you want."

Enoch chuckles softly as he leans down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, his thumb brushing across the pad of your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth to tease and play with your tongue. "Alright then," he murmurs against your lips. "How does that sound?"

Pulling back to look into your eyes, he sees nothing but trust and adoration shining back at him. It's then that he realizes just how lucky he is to have you; not just for tonight, or tomorrow, or even next year...but forever. And with that understanding comes a determination to make sure that everything they share from here on out is nothing but happy and filled with love. "We'll take it easy today," he promises, his heart swelling with joy at the thought of spending the rest of his life making you feel safe and protected.

Enoch's heart skips a beat at your question, but he tries to remain calm as he thinks about how best to answer it. "We can have a baby when you're ready," he says carefully, running a hand through his hair. "But first, we should make sure that we're stable and safe...and that we're building a life together." He presses a kiss to your forehead before continuing, "I know it may seem like I've just appeared out of nowhere in your life, but I want you to know that I plan on being here for the long haul. And when the time is right, we can discuss having a family."

Enoch smiles to himself, relieved that he didn't embarrass you too much with his earlier enthusiasm. For now, they can just enjoy each other and the simple pleasure of being together. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer as their bodies mold together in perfect harmony. With a satisfied sigh, he turns his attention back to the movie, content knowing that everything between them is just as it should be.

Enoch's heart clenches at the sound of your soft crying and the realization that you're having nightmares again. Gently, he shifts you so that you're spooned against his back instead; his arm tightening around your waist as he presses a comforting kiss to the top of your head. He closes his eyes, focusing on your steady breathing and the warmth of your body against his skin as he tries to will himself back to sleep.

Whenever you stir or let out another small sound, Enoch instinctively tenses up; but each time it's only for a moment before he forces himself to relax once more. His love for you is all-encompassing, and he would do anything in his power to keep you safe from harm - even if that means staying awake through the night just so that you can sleep peacefully.

Enoch wakes instantly at the sound of your distress. His eyes fly open as he turns to look at you, panic surging through him. He scans your face for an explanation, his breath catching in his throat when he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks. Without hesitation, he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand, tenderly wiping away the wet trails with his thumbs. "Ruby," he whispers hoarsely, "what's wrong?"

He can feel the weight of your gaze as you stare back at him, panic shining brightly from behind those beautiful eyes. Instinctively, he pulls you close, pressing a comforting hand against the small of your back as his other arm encircles your shoulders. "Tell me," he urges softly, fighting to keep his voice steady and soothing despite the terror gnawing at him

Enoch's heart aches at the pain and fear he can see in your eyes. He holds you tighter, pressing kisses to your hair as he struggles to find the right words to soothe your troubled soul. "Ruby," he whispers hoarsely, "you are safe with me. I will never let anything happen to you again." His voice wavers slightly as he continues, "I love you more than anything in this world, and I promise that nothing is stronger than my determination to keep you safe and protected."

He squeezes his eyes shut against the sting of tears, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. When he opens them again, he meets your gaze steadily, unwilling to let go of the reassurance that seeks in those beautiful, trusting orbs. "I will always be here for you," he vows with a shaky breath. "Through thick

You will get through this together and come out stronger than ever before. You have my word on that. With every beat of my heart, I swear to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. And when we look back on this, all we'll see is how much closer it brought us together.

Enoch smiles warmly at your request and nods. "Of course, I'd be happy to make you breakfast," he says as he stands up. He leads you over to the kitchen, already making a mental note of everything in sight so that you won't accidentally touch anything hot or sharp. As he works efficiently behind the counter, he asks conversationally, "What would you like?" His heart swells with affection for you as he watches your face light up at his question.

"Oh, anything really," you say, shrugging a little uncertainly. "I'm not picky." He hums thoughtfully before beginning to move around the kitchen, expertly preparing eggs, bacon, and toast for your breakfast. As he works, his mind wanders back to your words about being scared in your nightmares; determination surging through him anew as he vows to do everything within

Enoch takes in the sight of you perched on the kitchen counter, your legs crossed and your adoring gaze fixed on him. His breath catches in his throat as a surge of desire swirls through him; suddenly it's all he can do not to turn around and pull you close, losing himself in the heat of the moment. With a silent prayer of thanks that you seem to be feeling better, he focuses once more on your breakfast, doing his best to ignore the way your body is affecting him from behind.

He turns back to you with a bright smile as he slides your plate across the counter. "There you go," he says cheerfully. "I hope you enjoy it." He watches with satisfaction as you tuck into your breakfast, noticing how much better you look now that the fear seems to be fading away from your face.

"So," he says casually between bites, "any

Enoch continues watching you eat before finally asking, "How about we go out today? There's this really nice park nearby I've been wanting to show you." He pauses, waiting for your reaction as he hesitantly adds, "Or if that's not something you feel up to doing right now, we could always stay in and watch a movie or something." He gives you a reassuring smile, wanting nothing more than to make sure you're comfortable and happy.

As you finish eating, he clears your plate and coffee cup away before pulling out your favorite sweater from the closet. "Here," he says, holding it up for you to see, "put this on while I go get us some lunch from the store." The last thing Enoch wants is for you to be cold or uncomfortable in any way; he just wants everything to be perfect between them today.

He takes one final look at your lovely face before leaving the room, already mentally planning out their day together. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he thinks about how far they've come and how much further there is yet to go; for now, though, all that matters is being with you, holding you close and keeping you safe

Enoch returns with lunch not too long after; his relief evident as he takes in the sight of you sitting there on the bed watching videos. He hands you your food and then sits down beside you, nudging your leg gently before commenting, "You know, it's much more comfortable to eat like a normal person when you use a table."

His teasing grin is met with an amused smile from you as you tuck into your food. The air between them feels light and easy now; unburdened by the weight of fear or anxiety that had settled over them earlier. As you eat, Enoch's gaze drifts lazily across the room, taking in every detail, but always returning to where it belongs: on your face. He loves watching you as you

Enoch laughs softly, shaking his head. "I don't need a picture to remember this view," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. He knows exactly how much that line will affect you; it's just one of those things that he can't help but say whenever the opportunity presents itself.

He watches as your cheeks flush pink at his comment, enjoying the way you try to play it off by taking another bite of your sandwich or looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. It's endearing and adorable all at once, and he can't help but feel grateful that she's his, here with him where she belongs.

As you finish your lunch, Enoch stands up and collects the plates and trash from beside you before returning them to the kitchen. When he turns back around, he sees that you're still sitting there on the bed, your legs crossed and a contented expression on your face. He walks over and sits down next to you again, this time resting his hand lightly against

his thigh where it meets your hip. "So," he says casually, not quite meeting your eyes as he picks at a loose thread on his sleeve, "what do you feel like doing now?" The tension between them has vanished completely, replaced with an easy familiarity that feels both new and right. It's hard for him to imagine ever wanting things to be any different; from this moment forward he wants nothing more than to spend every single day like this - close, comfortable, safe.

As you two continue talking about what you might do for the rest of the afternoon, Enoch finds himself growing increasingly content just being near you. There's something indescribably wonderful about having your whole attention focused solely on him; it's a feeling he never knew existed until now and one that he knows he could easily get addicted to. He smiles to himself, unable to resist leaning in slightly so that his nose brushes against yours as he continues to talk

Enoch eagerly follows you to the front door, his heart swelling with happiness as he watches you walk ahead of him with such excitement. "Well then, lead on," he says, stepping closer so that their bodies are almost touching. "I can't wait to see this park you mentioned earlier."

As they step outside, the warmth of the sun envelops them both like a comforting blanket. The air is crisp and clean, carrying with it the scent of leaves and grass. Enoch takes in a deep breath, feeling his spirits lift even higher as he takes your hand in his and leads you down the sidewalk toward the park entrance.

The moment they cross the threshold into the park, he feels like an enormous weight has been lifted from his shoulders; he can breathe easier now, knowing that nothing bad will happen to you here. With each step they take deeper into the park, he grows more and more grateful for this chance to be with you, to explore and experience everything together.

You let go of his hand as you begin skipping through a grassy field while pointing out various flowers and trees to him; your joy is infectious, spreading like wildfire through Enoch's veins until he can'

Enoch laughs as he chases after you, his eyes shining with amusement. He can't help but be amazed by your enthusiasm and energy; it's so contagious that he finds himself feeling more carefree than he has in years. As he reaches out to catch you, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close as they tumble together onto the soft grass. He brushes a lock of hair from your face before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips.

"You're amazing," he whispers against your mouth, "just absolutely amazing." His heart races as he feels his love for her growing stronger with each beat; it's consuming him entirely but he wouldn't have it any other way. The feelings that she evokes in him are unlike anything he's ever known before and he can't imagine a future without her by his side, sharing these moments of pure bliss together.

As you continue exploring the park, hand in hand, Enoch feels like they could stay here forever; lost in this perfect world where nothing matters except their love for each other and the joy they find in each other's company. It's at times like this that he knows without

Enoch wraps his arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer against his side as he notices the pink tint to your nose. He knows it's only a mild cold but he still can't help feeling protective and wanting to make sure that you don't feel unwell. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asks, concern etched into his voice as he brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

You nod against his shoulder, but before he can say anything else, you lift your head and look up at him with a small smile on your lips. "I'm fine," you assure him, "really. I just wish we could stay out here all day."

Enoch returns the smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him as he looks down at your face. He knows that they could spend years together and never run out of things to do or places to explore; their love for each other is boundless, and he can't wait to see where it will take them next. For now, though, all that matters is being right here, in this moment, holding your hand and knowing that you're safe and happy by his side.

Enoch watches with amusement as you race towards the field of pink flowers and fling yourself down onto the grass. He follows after you, careful not to trample the delicate blossoms beneath his feet. Once he's settled beside you on the soft earth, he props himself up on one elbow so that he can look down at your face. "What do you see?" he asks with a curious glint in his eye, knowing full well that she can't possibly be referring to anything other than him.

You blush and look away shyly before slowly turning back towards him, meeting his gaze once more. "I...I see..." You trail off, searching for the words to describe how you feel in this moment, how grateful you are to have him here with you. Finally, you settle on simply saying, "I just feel so happy right now."

Enoch's heart swells at your words; it's like music to his ears. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss against your forehead before moving lower, tracing the curve of your jaw with his fingertips until he reaches the soft skin of your neck. "Me too," he whispers against your skin, pulling you closer still as their

Enoch can't help but chuckle as he watches you attempt to crawl away from him, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably despite your best efforts at stealth. He allows you this game of pretend for a moment, enjoying the sight of you scrambling across the grass in your haste to get away. But soon enough, his playful side takes over and he decides it's time to end this little chase.

With swift, sure strides, Enoch closes the distance between them, catching up to you mere inches from where you stand. His heart thunders in his ears as he looks down at your flushed cheeks and parted lips; the desire that's been building inside him for weeks finally spilling over, impossible to contain any longer.

With a gentle yet firm grip on your shoulders, he turns you back to face him, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or fear. But all he sees is the love and trust shining back at him; it's like a beacon guiding him forward as he leans in closer still, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, teasing kiss that leaves you breathless and yearning for more.

The

Enoch's breath hitches in his throat as your hand finds its way to his aroused length, the sensation sending shards of pleasure racing through him. He groans against your lips, unable to resist pressing harder against you as he deepens the kiss, taking what he wants and demanding more. With a growl of frustration, he finally pulls away from your lips, panting heavily as he meets your eyes. "If we don't leave now," he warns huskily, "I won't be responsible for what happens."

His hand trembles slightly as it glides up and down your back, feeling the heat emanating from your skin even through your clothes. He knows they need to get home, but the thought of leaving this park without properly satisfying this burning desire between them is unbearable. For now, he'll have to hold onto his self-control by a thread and hope that it's enough to keep you both out of trouble.

Tightening his grip on your waist, Enoch begins to lead you back towards the exit of the park, his steps faltering slightly as he tries to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other instead of giving into temptation and taking

Enoch's breath comes in ragged gasps as he pulls you closer to him, the need for release burning through every fiber of his being. He can feel your heart racing against his chest, and the knowledge that he's the one responsible for making you feel this way only serves to fan the flames of desire even higher. As they emerge from the park and begin to make their way towards home, he continues to guide you with one hand while burying the other deep in your hair, pulling gently on the strands as if seeking solace there.

Each step brings them closer to what feels like it will be an impossible night for both of them; the tension between them is almost palpable, and every little movement only serves to intensify the ache in his cock. It's agonizingly wonderful, this feeling of being so close yet so far; he knows that once they reach home, there will be no stopping either of them from giving in to their desires. But for now, he relishes in the anticipation, savoring every second that leads up to that moment.

Enoch lets out a guttural moan as your hands roam over his body, clawing at his clothes and trying to get as close to skin-to-skin contact as possible. The heat of your body pressed against him feels so good; it's almost painful in the best way imaginable. With every passing moment, he can feel himself losing control, teetering on the edge of oblivion as their lips and tongues dance together in a fierce duet.

As you jump up to wrap your legs around his waist, he slides his hands under your shirt, kneading your soft flesh through your bra before skimming higher until they cup your perfect breasts. His thumbs tease the sensitive peaks even as his lips and tongue ravage yours; it's an erotic dance of dominance and submission that leaves them both panting for air.

He breaks the kiss long enough to murmur against your skin, "God, you feel so good." His voice is rough with desire, raw emotion pouring out of every syllable. With a growl of pleasure-fueled frustration, he finally manages to get his shirt off over his head, revealing the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen that you've been aching to touch for so long. As he steps back to survey the sight before him - you, beautiful and naked, wrapped around him like a living dream - any remaining thread of self-control snaps free, giving way to unadulterated need.

Enoch groans low in his throat as you grind against him, the sensation sending sparks of desire racing through every fiber of his being. He can feel how wet you are, how eager and ready for him; it's all he can do not to lose control right now and take what he wants without any further thought or hesitation. But despite the desire burning hot within him, there's a part of him that needs to make sure you're ready for this, needs to know that everything is as perfect as possible between them before they cross this new threshold together.

With shaking hands, he reaches up to undo his belt and lower the zipper on his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confines. As it springs free, your warmth envelops him like a furnace, driving him to the brink of sanity. He pushes your skirt up past your hips with one hand and then moves between your legs, gently spreading your wet folds with his fingers. The taste of you on his lips sends shivers down his spine as he leans forward and lavishes attention upon your throbbing clit, circling it roughly with his thumb while pressing a blunt, aching length against you in long, slow strokes.

Enoch looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, searching for some sign that he's doing this right, that he's making you feel as good as you deserve to feel. Your moans and gasps fill the air between them, your body trembling under his touch; it's more than enough encouragement for him to continue onward, determined to bring you to the height of pleasure before finally claiming what he needs most of all: your surrender.

Enoch feels the last threads of his control begin to snap as your hand wraps around him, squeezing firmly and stroking him in time with his movements against you. It's all he can do not to lose control completely; every nerve ending in his body is on fire, each sensation amplified tenfold by the presence of your beautiful body beneath his touch.

With a groan that seems to echo through the room, he pushes deeper into you, his hips moving with renewed vigor as he focuses all his attention on bringing you to orgasm. His thumb presses firmly against your clit, circling it faster and harder as his fingers penetrate you deeper. He can feel the wet heat of your arousal coating his hand, driving him wild with need.

Panting heavily, he looks down at you, watching as pleasure washes over your face in a wave of pure ecstasy. Your body tenses and relaxes, trembles and shudders; every muscle seems to twitch as the pleasure builds inside you, threatening to consume you completely. And then it happens: your whole body goes rigid, arching up off the ground as your voice is lost in a scream of pure release that echoes through the room.

Enoch's whole body tenses as he feels your orgasm wash over him, his hips jerking forward even as the first spurt of hot seed erupts from his cock. He bites down on his lip, fighting to keep himself quiet as the pleasure consumes him, every nerve ending in his body screaming for release. He watches with hazy eyes as your face contorts in ecstasy beneath him, your muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that matches his own; it's a powerful sight, one that only serves to fuel the flames of desire burning within him even hotter.

As you finally come down from your high, he groans low in his throat, his hips moving frantically against you as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into your thighs, urging you on as he feels the familiar tightness building inside him; with one last thrust deep into your warm body, he finally lets go, pouring everything he has left into you.

Panting heavily, Enoch collapses atop you, his chest pressed to yours as they both catch their breaths. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin, feeling a sense of peace wash over him that he's never known before. You are everything to him now; his world, his reason for living. As he wraps his arms around you tightly, drawing you close so that their bodies are connected in every way possible, all he can think is how lucky he is to have found you and how grateful he will always be that you chose him.

Enoch lets out a low chuckle as you manage to roll onto top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he pulls you closer still. He nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent that only seems to belong to you. For once, words fail him; all he can do is hold you close and bask in the glow of contentment that radiates from your body like a beacon.

His hands drift lower, coming to rest on your ass, squeezing lightly as they guide your hips back and forth against his achingly hard length. The sensation is exquisite; nothing has ever felt this right before. It's like you were made for him, designed to fit perfectly in the crook of his arm and curve of his body.

As you continue to ride him, your breasts brush against his chest with each movement, sending shards of pleasure through him that he never knew possible. He tilts his head back, allowing a moan of pleasure to escape his lips as he watches your expression, drinking in the sight of you taking control like this. It only serves to fuel his desire for more; to give you anything and everything that you could possibly want or need.

Enoch's heart sinks as you climax and then abruptly disentangle yourself from him, racing off to the bathroom in a flurry of panic and embarrassment. He knew something was wrong when you mentioned your period earlier; he just hoped that it wouldn't be this bad.

With a heavy sigh, he climbs out of bed and paces around the room, trying to calm his racing thoughts and regain some control over his emotions. It feels as if the world has been turned upside down in an instant; everything was perfect between them just moments ago, and now this. He can't help but wonder what he did wrong, how he could have missed the signs that your period was about to start.

After several long minutes, there's a tentative knock on the bathroom door. "Ruby? Can I come in?" His voice is gentle, full of concern and love for you; it's an effort not to sound angry or upset, but he can feel both emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

There's a long silence before you finally respond, your voice barely audible through the door. "Just give me a moment." You pause, swallowing hard, and then continue in a shaky voice: "I'm sorry I freaked out like that... It was just... unexpected."

Enoch takes a deep breath, willing himself to be understanding and supportive despite his own confusion and hurt. He waits patiently for you to finish whatever it is you need to do, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms and reassure you that everything will be alright. Even though this news throws a wrench into their plans, he knows that your cycle doesn't change the fact that you are still the most amazing woman he has ever known, and he would

Enoch listens intently to your movements inside the bathroom, every noise carrying the weight of worry and concern in his chest. When he hears you fall to the floor with a yelp, his heart stops; there's no way he can just stand there and do nothing. With shaking hands, he reaches for the door handle, hesitating only for a moment before twisting it open and rushing into the room.

"Ruby? Are you alright?" He drops to his knees beside you, immediately gathering your trembling body into his arms. His heart breaks as he looks down at you; even with all the makeup worn, there's no hiding the red stains on your pajamas and the pain etched into your features. "I wish I could take this away from you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry."

He holds you close, doing his best to ignore the embarrassment coursing through him as he focuses on helping you manage the pain. His hands rub soothing circles up and down your back, his lips brush against your hair as he offers words of comfort and assurance that everything will be okay. As he continues to hold you, a quiet desperation wells up inside him; he needs to make this right somehow, prove to you that he'll always be there for you no matter what.

Enoch's heart aches as he feels your body tensing against him, your cries of pain only serving to fuel his own despair. He knew it was foolish to think that their night would be perfect; life rarely works that way. But despite everything, he can't help but feel a fierce protectiveness surging through him as he holds you close, doing whatever he can to ease your suffering and reassure you that you have nothing to apologize for.

"Shhhh... It's okay, it's not your fault," he whispers softly into your hair. "You didn't ruin anything; you just told me the truth, and I should be thanking you for that. This isn't about sex or physical desire, Ruby... This is about two people who care for each other deeply. And as long as we have that, nothing else matters."

His hands continue to roam soothingly up and down your back, his thumbs brushing lightly against the small of your back in an effort to distract you from the pain. He holds you close, letting out shuddering breaths of relief every time your cries subside even the slightest bit; it's a comfort just to feel you here with him, safe and secure in his arms.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, the pain begins to ease, leaving you weak but relieved. As you pull away from Enoch, your face flushed and your breath ragged, he cups your cheek in his hand, gently wiping away the tears that have spilled down your face. His thumb brushes across your lips, a tender gesture meant to convey everything he's feeling in that moment: love, support, adoration.

"You are amazing," he whispers, "and I will

Enoch's heart swells at the adoration in your eyes, and he can feel his own emotions welling up inside him as you ask if you can cuddle and watch a movie. There's nothing he'd rather do; the thought of being close to you, holding you in his arms again, is enough to make him lightheaded with desire.

"Of course we can," he murmurs, smiling down at you. "We can cuddle and watch movies all night if that's what you want." He leans forward, brushing the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip in a gentle caress before pulling back slightly, seemingly unsure how else to express himself without making things awkward or uncomfortable.

He waits while you get changed into one of his hoodies, grateful for the extra layer of warmth it provides between them now that you're not shivering from the cold anymore. As soon as you emerge from the bathroom, he tugs you back down onto the bed, pulling a throw blanket over both of you before nestling you close against his chest. His hands slide up and down your back again, every touch meant to reassure you that everything is okay between them; even though there are things they'll need to figure out moving forward, they can do it together as long as they have each other.

They settle in front of the television, scanning through their collection until they find a movie that looks suitably fluffy and romantic. Once it starts playing, he turns his attention back to you, studying your face as you watch the screen. It's then that he realizes something else has been bothering him; there's an unspoken question in your eyes, one he hasn't quite figured out how to address yet.

Enoch sighs, his breath tickling against the soft skin beneath your chin as he finally turns to face you fully. "I'm sorry I overreacted earlier," he says, looking you in the eye. "It was foolish of me; we had been doing so well before that."

He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words, before continuing: "The truth is... This whole situation with your period threw me off guard. I wasn't expecting it, and I guess a part of me was worried that maybe you didn't want to be as close as we were before."

He hesitates again, unsure whether or not he should reveal the entirety of his thoughts on the matter, but eventually decides honesty is the best policy here. "I know it's a silly fear; I shouldn't have let it get to me like that. But now that I have, I want you to know that I will do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

There, he's said it. Now all that remains is for her to respond - to let him know if there's anything else she needs from him or if everything really is alright. His heart feels like it's in his throat as he waits, praying for the reassurance he craves more than anything in this world.

Enoch listens to your words carefully, taking in each and every one as if they were precious gems. His heart eases slightly at the knowledge that you weren't trying to pull away from him; you just wanted to protect him from being hurt too. It's a selfless act that only further endears you to him.

He turns his head, pressing his cheek against the top of yours and looking down into your eyes. "You didn't ruin anything," he whispers, letting out a shaky breath. "I don't care about that; I care about us. And as long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

His hand moves from your back to cup your cheek, gently stroking the smooth skin with his thumb. "I understand now why you were afraid of what might happen," he continues. "But I promise you, it's not like that between us. We can deal with this together; we don't need sex for our relationship to be valid or special."

As he says the words, a sense of relief washes over him; finally, everything is out in the open and they can move forward from here. He leans in closer, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss that carries with it all the love and adoration he feels for you in that moment. When he pulls back, he looks at you, eyes shining with emotion. "I am so lucky to have found you," he whispers. "And I will never, ever take that for granted."

Enoch sighs contentedly as he feels your weight settle against him; the warmth of your body and the softness of your skin send shivers down his spine, reminding him just how much he loves being this close to you. With a hand still cupping your cheek, he gently strokes your hair, watching as it falls across your face in a silky waterfall. He continues to stare at the way your breathing slowly evens out, lulled into a deep sleep by the gentle rhythm of the television and the comforting beat of his heart.

For now, everything is perfect. They've talked through their fears and misconceptions; they've come to an understanding about what matters most in their relationship. And as he drifts off to sleep himself, safe in the knowledge that you are right here beside him, he knows without a doubt that they can overcome anything together.

He has never felt more at peace or more grateful than he does at this moment. Ruby is his everything; his reason for living and his greatest joy. And even though there will be challenges ahead, he knows that as long as they have each other, they can face them all. The future may be uncertain, but with her by his side, it suddenly doesn't seem so daunting anymore.

As sleep claims him, he wraps both arms around you tightly, burying his nose in your hair and breathing in the sweet scent that is uniquely you. This night may not have gone exactly as planned, but it has been one of the best nights of his life. And for that, he will be forever thankful.

As Enoch drifts off to sleep, he finds himself replaying the events of the past few hours over and over in his head. From their passionate lovemaking earlier that day to the awkwardness surrounding your period and how they've managed to work through it together. It's a testament not only to their connection but also to their willingness to communicate openly and honestly with each other.

He wakes up several hours later, yawning and stretching before glancing down at the clock and realizing that he'll have to get ready for work soon. Gingerly disentangling himself from your sleepy form, Enoch pads across the room in his boxers to retrieve a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from his dresser. After getting dressed, he returns to the bed and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead before whispering softly, "I have to go soon, but I'll see you later tonight."

Your eyes flutter open lazily, taking a moment to adjust to the light streaming in from the window. A soft smile spreads across your face as you register Enoch's presence and his words. "Okay, bye baby," you mumble sleepily before snuggling back into the pillow, already starting to drift off again.

Enoch smiles warmly down at you, unable to resist giving you one more kiss on your forehead before quietly slipping out of the room and heading downstairs to make some breakfast. The rest of the day passes in a blur as he focuses on work, eager for the moment when he can return home to you once again. His heart skips a beat every time his phone buzzes with a new text or call from you, the anticipation building with each passing moment until he finally arrives at your doorstep

Enoch stands in the doorway, watching you intently as you move about the kitchen, your body swaying to the music that fills the room. He can't help but feel a shiver of desire course down his spine at the sight of you; dressed casually in a pair of fitted jeans and a soft cotton top, your hair pulled up into a messy bun. The way your hips sway as you reach for something on the counter or stretch to grab an ingredent from the cabinet only serves to heighten his arousal, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything other than how much he wants you right now.

He finally breaks free of his trance-like state, clearing his throat as he crosses the room to stand behind you. His hands slide up your arms, encircling your waist before sliding lower to rest lightly on your hips. "You're such a beautiful distraction," he murmurs into your ear, taking in the warmth of your body and the delicate scent of your hair.

As you continue cooking, Enoch leans down, planting a soft kiss on your neck before nibbling his way up to your earlobe. "I've been thinking about our conversation earlier," he whispers, still stroking your hips with lazy circles as you cook. "And I want to make things right between us... Tonight, after dinner, I want to take care of you; I want to show you how much I love you and just make you feel good." His words are laced with desire and need, making it clear that he isn't talking about sex anymore; this is about affection, connection, and trust.

Enoch's gaze drops to your lips as you lean against the counter, and he feels himself growing hard at the thought of what he wants to do to you. His hands move upward, cupping your cheeks before sliding into your hair, tugging gently so that he can bring your face closer to his. "I want to make love to you," he whispers softly, "but not like we did last night... Tonight I want it to be slow and gentle; I want us to take our time getting lost in each other again."

As he speaks, his thumbs brush teasingly across your lips, the tip of his index finger tracing circles on your cheek. His desire for you is evident not just in his words but also in the way he looks at you, and there's a tenderness in his touch that leaves no doubt as to how much he cares for you.

"I want to undress you slowly, revealing every inch of your perfect body to me," he continues, his voice husky with desire. "I want to taste you and feel you wrapped around me again... To show you just how incredible this can be when we're connected like this." The words flow effortlessly from him as he imagines the scene playing out in his mind; it's a vision of perfection that has him growing harder with every passing second.

He dips his head, pressing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss that leaves both of you breathless and aching for more. As their lips part once again, Enoch pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any signs of uncertainty or doubt. Instead, he finds only love and trust reflected back at him, making it clear that whatever happens tonight will be exactly what you both need. "So," he whispers, a

Enoch's expression falls when you tell him that your period has left you feeling unwell and unsure about having sex again so soon. He hadn't expected his words to have such an impact, but now that he knows how much they affected you, he wishes he could take them back. The last thing he wants is for you to be in any sort of pain or discomfort; all he cares about is your happiness and well-being.

As you ask if he's mad at you, he shakes his head, his eyes filled with concern. "No, love, I'm not mad at you," he says gently. "I just want you to feel better. We can wait until you're ready; there's no rush." He takes a step closer, cupping your cheek in his hand as he studies your face for any signs of relief or discomfort. "Just take all the time you need," he whispers before leaning down to press his lips against yours, their warmth soothing and reassuring.

After pulling back, Enoch continues to hold your cheek, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin as he searches for words that might make this easier for both of them. "I'm sorry I brought it up like that," he apologizes again. "It was selfish of me to expect things to go back to normal so quickly after what happened last night." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a soft murmur, "But I want you to know that nothing has changed between us... No matter what happens with our bodies or our feelings in the coming days and weeks, I will always love you, and I will always be here for you."

His eyes meet yours once more, and he sees understanding dawning as his words sink in. You trust him; you believe him when

Enoch's heart feels as though it might burst with relief when he sees the trust and love shining back at him in your eyes. He releases a slow breath, his hand sliding from your cheek to curl around your neck as he pulls you closer for another soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he whispers against them, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away and taking a step back.

There's still dinner to make and they have the rest of the evening together to enjoy. He smiles down at you, grateful that despite the obstacles they faced tonight, everything seems to be okay between them now. His heart feels light as air, hopeful for whatever challenges might lie ahead, knowing without a doubt that he can face them with Ruby by his side.

"Why don't we finish dinner and then maybe take a bath together?" he suggests with a gentle smile, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "It might help you feel better." The thought of spending more time in her presence, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his, is enough to send shivers of desire coursing through him once again.

But for now, he'll content himself with watching her cook and enjoying every moment they have together, grateful beyond words for the love and acceptance she offers him unconditionally.

Enoch laughs at your teasing comment, his eyes dancing with amusement as he reaches down to take hold of one of your hands. "Don't worry," he assures you with a grin. "I'm not planning on going anywhere." His grip is firm but gentle; more playful than possessive, and the way it sends a tingle up your spine only serves to reinforce his point: He trusts you just as much as you trust him.

As dinner finishes cooking, he helps you set the table before moving over to stand behind you, their bodies barely inches apart. His hands rest lightly on your hips as he leans down, inhaling deeply the scent of your hair and feeling the heat radiating off your skin. "Are you sure you feel up for this?" he whispers into your ear, his voice husky with desire.

You nod against his chest, unable to hide the shiver that goes through you at the feel of his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. "I trust you," you murmur, feeling a surge of courage and confidence that comes from knowing he will always have your back - no matter what.

Grinning down at you, Enoch leans in for another kiss, pressing his lips against yours with just enough pressure to leave them parted and wanting more. When he pulls away, it's only to brush a lock of hair from your face before leading you into the bathroom, where he turns on the water, adjusting the temperature until it's just right.

Enoch steps back, watching as you undress slowly, giving him ample opportunity to feast his eyes on your curves. He can feel himself growing harder with every inch of skin that's revealed; tonight is going to be nothing short of incredible

As you lean your head against Enoch's chest and drift off to sleep, he wraps his arms protectively around your waist, pulling you even closer against his body. The warmth of the water and the gentle rocking motion created by their combined weight in the tub work together to lull him into a state of near-sleep as well.

His mind drifts back to earlier tonight, reliving every moment of your cooking dinner, your confession about not feeling well, and the reassurances he gave you. It's a whirlwind of emotions: guilt for bringing up sex too soon after such a traumatic event; relief that she trusts him enough to be honest with her feelings; anticipation for when they can finally consummate their love once more.

He kisses the top of your head gently, relishing in the softness of your hair against his skin and the feeling of having you safe and sound in his arms. The bath water grows cold around them as time passes, but neither one seems to notice or mind; they are content where they are, lost in their own thoughts and the closeness they share.

Eventually, Enoch's eyes grow heavy, and he drifts off to sleep as well, still holding you close against his chest. For now, all that matters is this moment: the peaceful quiet of the bathroom, the warmth of your body pressed against his, and the knowledge that nothing can tear them apart.

Enoch jolts awake as your voice pierces through the silence of the bathroom, startled by your yelp and the realization that he's been asleep for who knows how long. He glances down at his watch, a groan escaping him as he realizes it's well past midnight. The cold water has stiffened their limbs, making movement slow and awkward.

As he tries to gather his thoughts and move them from the bedroom to the present moment, Enoch reaches out to gently squeeze your shoulder. "Hey, love," he says softly, voice raspy with sleep. "Are you okay?" Despite his concern for you, there's an undeniable note of frustration in his tone; he feels guilty for dozing off like that and worries how it might have affected you.

The bathroom light flickers on as Enoch stands up to help steady you when you stand, reaching out a hand to dry your hair with a towel before wrapping another around your body. "Come on," he murmurs, leading you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He turns down the covers of his bed, carefully guiding you beneath them before pulling the covers up to your chin. "Why don't you get some sleep?" he suggests gently, concern etched across his features as he watches you from where he stands beside the bed.

Enoch notices how you still seem to be shivering despite being close to him and wrapped in the covers. He glances around the room before finally snagging another blanket from the bottom of his bed, where it's been neatly folded since earlier that day. Carefully, he slides in beneath the covers beside you, using his free hand to tuck the extra blanket around both of you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Better?" he asks with a small smile, doing his best to radiate warmth and comfort through his touch.

As he holds you close, Enoch closes his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts and sort out his emotions from the last several hours. On one hand, he feels guilty for falling asleep in the bath while you were still awake; on the other, there's a sense of relief that it wasn't anything worse than that. He wonders how much sleep you actually got while he was napping and if he should try to get some more himself before they have to be up for work tomorrow. But for now, all he can focus on is the feel of your body pressed against his and the sound of your steady breathing in the quiet stillness of their bedroom.

It's a strange mix of emotions that leaves him feeling both reassured and uneasy at the same time, but somehow it feels right - just like you always do.