HAZEL STYLES POV

"You belong to me, Hazel" he growled, his eyes burning into mine.

My breath hitched, his words making my heart start up a frenzied rhythm in my chest.

I swallowed and watched as his gaze dipped to my throat, following the movement.

I clutched the sheet harder, my pulse quickening the longer his gaze lingered, then he looked up, his eyes dark and intense and stealing the breath right out of my lungs.

The connection between us sparked like a live wire as he searched my ...