Chapter 38

I clearly hadn't drunk any milk, yet I fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, completely unaware of when he entered the room. It wasn't until he thrust into me with practiced ease that my body awakened to the familiar, intoxicating pleasure, and I realized he had come again. "Who are you? Why are you tormenting me like this?..." I was too exhausted to struggle, which only made it easier for him. He chuckled darkly but said nothing, moving inside me with uncharacteristic gentleness, his rhythm slow and deliberate. His lips burned against every inch of my skin, lingering especially at my collarbone, where he nipped and savored the taste as if addicted. Tonight, he was unusually tender. By the time he finished, I was utterly drained. Lately, I'd been feeling fatigued more often than not. My mind screamed at me to stay alert, to uncover his identity, but my body was limp, too weak to even speak. I kept hesitating—how should I confront him? What if he wasn’t Ethan after all? If I took off