Hazel’s POV
Nicholas’s eyes darkened with raw hunger and something deeper—pure, burning love. His breath hitched against my lips.
“So gorgeous,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “So beautiful…and all mine.”
His hips began to thrust, slow at first, dragging his thick length almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. I could feel every ridge and vein as he moved, the slow drag teasing every sensitive spot inside me until I was trembling beneath him.
I moaned, my head falling back against the pillow as pleasure rippled through me. Every inch of him stretched me perfectly, filling me in a way that made my toes curl. My walls fluttered around him involuntarily, greedy for more, already addicted to the way he claimed every part of me.
He picked up the pace, his movements becoming
