Chapter 120

HAZEL

Darian tangled his finger in my hair and pulled my head back. I felt him drawing a sharp breath through his teeth as they pressed against my ear—my legs shook under him when he dragged his lips over my cheek and hovered over my open mouth. I wanted him to do more, to touch me everywhere, to undo my pants and slip my shirt over my head but I knew it’d be bad. We couldn’t, not yet, right?

“Go take a shower,” he ordered.

Rude. He can go take a shower…with me…no. Bad, Hazel.

But shit I was wet and I desperately wanted him to take care of it, to rip my clothes off and touch me like he did in the Council. I felt his hardened cock against me and it was making it impossible to form a thought.

“Why?” I mused and winced from the hitch in my voice.

He leaned over me and his heavy breaths fanned my lips.

“Because I can smell your arousal and it’s taking everything in me not to spread your legs and play with your wet pussy. I’m practicing patience,