Chapter 1051

The moon shimmered through the willow branches outside, its silver light filtering softly through the curtains and casting delicate, rippling shadows across the room. The air was thick with warmth and the lingering scent of skin, sweat, and something deeper—something tender that neither of them dared name. Hazel lay motionless against the tangled sheets, her chest rising and falling in a slow, drowsy rhythm. Her body, once so responsive beneath Frederick’s touch, now felt weightless—boneless—as if every muscle had melted under the intensity of what they’d just shared. A pleasant ache lingered in her limbs, wrapping her in a cocoon of fatigue and quiet bliss. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with the pull of sleep, and all she wanted was to sink into the softness of the bed and forget the world outside. But Frederick wasn’t done. Even as her breathing slowed and her pulse began to settle, he remained close, his presence as consuming as ever. His lips—warm, unhurried—began their slow descent