Chapter 43: Crazy sex!
Author’s Note: I highly recommend playing "Earned It" by The Weeknd as you read this Chapter. It hits differently when the lyrics whisper through your soul and the lights are low.
~Hazel’s POV~
The dim room was stained in amber hues from the low-hanging chandelier, casting golden ripples over the walls like candlelit secrets. The smell of old whiskey danced faintly in the air, mixing with his smoky, masculine, Caspian scent.
His eyes met mine, deep and dark, and already glowing faintly, like he was battling to keep his wolf at bay.
"Be gentle, Caspian," I whispered into his ear, my voice shaky but full of trust. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I reached for the edge of his belt, fingers trembling slightly from nerves and anticipation.
His lips curved into that sinful, confident smile, and his trousers shifted. My eyes dropped. God, it was huge. Still caged by fabric but bold in its outline, and enough to make my breath hitch.
"You go first..." he murmured, voice low and dangerous. Then his fingers tangled into my hair, curling gently but firmly, and I felt the pull of dominance, the electricity that came with being claimed without a single touch
I did exactly what I read in those books.
I loosened his belt, breath catching at every step. The click of the buckle. The whisper of fabric. The tension in his body.
Then his boxers slid down, and it popped out.
I flinched Holy moon! as my eyes widened. Long, veiny, already leaking at the tip. My fingers reached for it, tentative, trembling. When I touched it, we both flinched, a moan rattling in his throat as his hips twitched.
When I looked up to meet his eyes, something had changed.