Chapter 62

Hazel’s POV

“As much as I’d like to spend a whole day with you, doing all sort of things that involves different positions and you ending up with my cock, fingers or tongue buried deep inside you, I’d wait till evening like a good husband.” He said, and whatever butterflies were flying in my stomach, died and turned to ashes. As much beautiful as he was, he had a filthy tongue for a prince or a lord.

Heat scorched my cheeks and I pushed him away before turning around.

“Sorry to break it to you, but I don’t share the same thoughts as you. You cannot force me to sleep with you.” I remembered Ezra’s words last night. “Or have sex with you.” I wanted to die of mortification.

Veles grinned.

“Trust me, butterfly. One of us would be begging to get fucked by the end of this day, and it won’t be me,” the way he whispered those words near my ears were too unholy for a beautiful morning.

“Vel.” Theodore’s gruff voice interrupted