Hazel’s POV
“Damm right,” Nicholas growled, his voice low and rough. “You belong to me.”
He held my chin with his other hand, tilting my face up so our lips were almost touching. His breath was warm against my mouth.
He pressed his hand firmly against my wet center, and I whimpered, my hips jerking at the sudden pressure. Heat flooded through me so fast I could barely think.
“My dear wife,” he whispered, eyes dark with hunger, “you’re teasing me.”
I smirked and moved my lips even closer, so close that the smallest movement would make them touch.
“My dear husband,” I whispered back, voice soft and seductive, “I want to do more than tease you. I want you to lose your mind.”
Nicholas groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You don’t know what you’re asking f
