Hazel’s POV
My whole body felt like it was buzzing. Like electricity was running under my skin, waking up every nerve I didn’t even know I had. I felt hypersensitive.
I didn’t know if it was whatever the hell he’d forced down my throat or if it was just…him. Nicholas. Still pinning me to the mattress, still breathing like he’d run a marathon, still staring down at me with those dark eyes full of fury and something way more dangerous—raw, burning lust.
“Get off me,” I whispered. It was supposed to sound strong. It came out weak. Breathless. Not nearly as commanding as I wanted.
He didn’t move.
Neither did I.
The room felt too small. Too hot. The air thick enough to choke on. My nightgown had ridden up around my hips during the struggle, and his hard length was still pressed right agai
