HAZEL STYLES POV

He watched me, his eyes dark and intense.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper. "I might not be able to stop if you change your mind in the middle, little rabbit"

It was a warning. My stomach flipped.

But I really wanted it. I needed him to touch me, I wanted him to do bad things to me. Fuck the consequences.

My fingers caressed his cheek, my gaze locked on his. "I want you to make love to me" I whispered.

He smiled, the smirk on his lips making my ...