Hazel’s POV
His hand froze on the belt buckle.
The metallic clink died in the air.
For one long, suspended second, neither of us moved. The room was dead silent except for our ragged breathing.
Then Nicholas dropped to his knees.
Right between my spread thighs.
My breath caught hard in my throat.
He dragged me toward him—rough, impatient—hands clamping around my hips like he owned every inch of me. My ass slid across the sheets until the edge of the mattress hit the backs of my knees. My legs fell open wider on instinct. No silk left between us now. Just me, bare and dripping, and him staring at my core like it was the only thing that existed in the world.
He blew a slow, hot breath right against my c**t.
I whimpered—high, broken, embarrassing.
That tiny, reasonable voice in the
