CHAPTER 70: HAZEL

Hazel was more than a little relieved when Snarl didn’t try to fight her again. Instead, he caused

her stomach to do a somersault as he suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped,

effectively trapping her beneath him on the bed. Wearing nothing but a silken nightgown that she

always kept spare in her wardrobe at the Lauchair Manor, she was ready for him.

“Snarl, I need you right now!” she growled against his lips even as he kissed her. Hungrily, she

tore at his belt buckle and popped the top button of his jeans. In one swift motion, Snarl knelt and

yanked off his t-shirt, coming back down on top of her within seconds to kiss her again. The warmth

of his body on top of hers was intoxicating and she arched her back, trying to get as close to him as

possible even as she shoved his jeans down over his hips.

He moved his legs quickly, urging them down the rest of the way, and Hazel felt more than saw

him kick them right off the bed along with his boots, deftly removing