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Hazel's POV
After a while, when I had fully gotten down from my high, I felt him moving his hard rod out and then back in. His movements are steady and slow, as though savouring the moment.
I wanted more; I needed more. As if hearing my internal wish, he suddenly made me get on all fours, and then he took me from behind. He started slow and sensual, and after a few seconds, he picked up his pace and stroked in and out of me so hard.
Draven's POV
After our little tete-a-tete session, Hazelcompletely passed out in my arms; she was obviously exhausted and could barely move a muscle. I carried her back into the water and washed off our love juices.
I couldn't help but feel a bit apologetic and take a few glances at her face. I slowly got down and spread her legs widely, then began slowly cleaning her there. I hoped this would help her feel less sore when she wakes up.
"Draven," I heard her call in a whisper. I look up to see her staring down at me with sleepy eyes.
"What are you doing?" She asks. "This will help; you'll understand later," I say, focusing my attention on the task before me.
By the time I was done, Hazel Was already in a deep slumber, and she looked so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep. I carried her back to the land and made her lay on the grass, hoping it would serve as a perfect cushion for her.
Then I went back into the water to clean myself up too. I left her there after placing her in a safe spot, then transformed into my wolf form and brought us clothes.
I put on a plain blue T-shirt and black pants, then helped her get dressed. Getting her dressed was like trying to dress up a nagging toddler.
But after about an hour, I was finally able to get her into an oversized t-shirt of mine I had brought from home and then take her back home with me. I brought her up to our room and laid her head back to sleep.
I kept her torn clothes and mine in the dirt bin before crawling up next to her on the bed and cuddling her up in a spooning position.
"Good night, crazy woman," I teased in a hushed tone, then kissed the crown of her head before greedily inhaling her hair's sunflower scent.
And then I slowly succumbed to the darkness that enveloped me.
Hazel's POV
I woke up next to see a couple of strong arms caging me from behind. I instantly knew it was Dravenand didn't move an inch in order not to wake him up.
In some way, I was able to get out of Draven's grasp, but he woke up as soon as I tried to leave the bed. I felt him grab onto my hand and pull me back down on the bed.
"What are you doing?" I was surprised. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, planting kisses on my lips and smirking mischievously.
"Dude! I haven't brushed yet; you literally kissed dead skin off my tongue," I complained. "It doesn't matter now, Hazel; every part of you is beautiful to me, Hazel; you are so beautiful," he complimented.
"Hope I didn't hurt you last night." He asked worriedly. "No, no, you didn't." I replied honestly.
"Are you sure?" He asked once more, still unconvinced. "Draven, I'm pregnant and not a fragile egg. Rolling off a kitchen counter, and can't you see how fit I look?”
“I'm a strong wolf, and so is my baby; we are stronger than you think," I reminded him, and he finally understood my words and let out a sigh of defeat.
"Well, Hazel..." He dragged and cupped my cheeks lovingly. "How did you learn to turn me on like that last night?" He asked teasingly.
"You seduced me. And when did you even bring me back here?" I asked, but he ignored my question.
"Well, Hazel..."he dragged again, getting closer.
"Did you know that a man's dick stays active in the morning?" He asked teasingly. Of course I knew that. Why was he asking?
"Really?" I raised an eyebrow at him, feigning ignorance, then he grabbed onto my arm and directed my hand slowly down to his groyne, and I felt his hot, thick member standing hard.
"Hazel," he stared deep into my eyes like a predator about to feast on its prey, and without warning, he grabbed a handful of the duvét covering our bodies and yanked it out, exposing my naked body to his prying eyes.
I tried to cover my body with my hand, but to no avail. "You are mine," he declared, and then we spent the rest of the morning making love with one another as he took me to the moon and back, over and over again.
I suddenly woke up to find myself lying on a bed of soft, fragrant roses. Confusion and amazement washed over me as I took in my surroundings. Where was I? How did I end up here?
The garden around me was like something out of a fairy tale. It was filled with vibrant flowers, tall, swaying trees, and a gentle breeze that carried the sweet scent of blossoms.
I couldn't help but feel like I had stepped into the pages of a storybook and become a fairytale princess. As I sat up, I noticed that I was now in an unfamiliar, flowing white nightgown.
A delicate flower crown adorned my head, making me feel like a real princess. I couldn't help but smile at the beautiful and elegant outfit. It was as if the garden itself had dressed me, as my outfit matched it perfectly.
Curiosity pulled me to my feet, and I began to explore the garden. Butterflies of all colours danced in the air around me, their graceful movements captivating my attention.
I reached out my hand, hoping to touch one, but it fluttered away almost immediately. Walking further into the garden, I discovered a sparkling stream that rested in the middle of lush greenery.
The water was crystal clear, reflecting the vibrant hues of the flowers and trees that surrounded it. I knelt down by the stream's edge, drawn to my own reflection.
As I gazed into the water, I gasped at what I saw. I looked more radiant than I had ever imagined. My eyes sparkled, and my skin seemed to glow even brighter than before.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence blossoming within me. But then something unimaginable happened. The water shifted, forming the shape of a hand that reached out towards me.
I felt a strange compulsion, as if an invisible force was guiding me to touch it. My heart raced, and my hand trembled with a mix of fear and curiosity. With a hesitant breath, I reached out my hand to the watery grip.
As I stood by the stream, captivated by the magical water, a familiar voice echoed through the garden, calling out my name. "Hazel." The water immediately put itself to rest once more.
Startled, I turned around, searching for the source of the enchanting voice. And there, standing gracefully in the corner, was a beautiful, elegant young lady.
Butterflies danced around her, drawn to her ethereal glow. And I knew who she was all too well; it wasn't the first time I was seeing her. It was the moon goddess.
She always came to me with a new look every time, but I always figured out who she was as I locked eyes with her unusual sapphire gaze. I remembered the last time I had seen her; she had come into one of my dreams, and we talked for a while.
"We meet again, Hazel," the Moon Goddess spoke, her voice carrying a soothing melody. A smile graced her lips as she approached me, her presence radiating wisdom and grace.
"It seems so," I replied, relieved and intrigued by her appearance. I had countless questions swirling in my mind, but I knew better than to ask. I was already lucky enough to be visited by the Moon Goddess.
"How have you been feeling, dear?" The Moon Goddess, surrounded by the fluttering butterflies, asked how I had been feeling in the days since our first encounter.
"Surprisingly, I've been feeling fine," I responded, a hint of wonder in my voice. "It's as if... My baby has been kind to me, not troubling me much. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with understanding as she listened intently to my words.
There was a relief in her eyes, and I could tell she was worried about me before. With a gentle smile, she leaned closer and asked, "Do you remember what I told you the first time we met, Hazel?"
I furrowed my brow, trying to recall the details of that mysterious night.