Hazel's POV

"I have always been longing for this pumpkin." He moaned into my mouth. The sound coming off like a rhythm filled with lust and pleasures, while molding me to himself.

Something lust flickered into my brain, settling at the down of my veins. Never thought a man's voice could make me so wet. Not even in the slightest moment did I believed, an adrenaline of hotness made from something horny, something sleepy waiting for a man's touch could fill me in,

Cold make me so hot while sleeping in the dark deep voice of destruction.

Of course he is my destruction. A man only made to break every...