ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ

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"He proposed?" One says, lingering their gaze over the couple.

Another scoffs and eyes the girl head to toe. "Of course he did. Though I'm almost convinced she's holding him hostage and forcing him to do all these things."

The first one laughs wickedly without a doubt about their theory.

Oh, but how wrong they were.

Hazel Alexis, soon to be known as Hazel Santo.

Her brightest smile stays lively, knowing about all of the jealous, peering eyes around her. But with the man that stood beside her, holding her cone of melting ice cream while she told her closest of friends the news of her recent engagement—she felt all the more powerful with their stares.

All the while, Julius was at her side with the darkest gleam in his grey eyes. She had said yes.

Moments ago...

Hazel had always dreamt of seeing the Eiffel Tower. The picture she had of it in her head remained the same until she actually saw it for herself.

And what an amazing, exciting moment that was.

But now, overtaken by the darkness of night, it sparkled a pearl white right in front of her eyes.

She had never imagined what it would look like before sunrise, and now, she knew.

It was even more beautiful, Paris was a dream come true to her.

And so was the man standing beside her.

Julius had a sparkle in his eyes, they gleamed looking down at her, watching and observing his soon-to-be fiancé take in the sight of her dreams.

Only he hadn't known that he was her new dream.

"Baby, your ice cream is melting," Julius mumbled in his deep voice, wiping the dribbled ice cream off of her hand.

"Oh," She blushes, shaking her head to fall out of her daze, "Thanks, Juls."

Their eyes lock, her melting ice cream is forgotten for a moment and only his sparkly silver eyes remain in focus.

"You're so beautiful, Juls." She blinks, leaning her lips to his cheek.

A contrast of pink circles his skin, keeping his head down and clearing his throat to rid of the nerves and butterflies.

Placing his ice cream cup on the ground, he takes both his hands to cup her cheeks.

"I have to ask you something." He says seriously, piercing his eyes through hers.

Hazel breaks into a loopy smile and tilts her head to the side—still having his hands resting on her cheeks.

"What is it, Juls?"

Slowly, he parts away from her. She frowns as he stepped back, it made her nervous all of a sudden.

Those feelings transformed into shock finding him kneeling to his knees in front of her feet.

"Hazel," He speaks her name heavenly, it radiates through her skin and sinks to her heart.

"Yes?" She whispers.

Staring deeply at her, he confesses.

"You know you mean more to me than my own life? You are my life, Hazel. I couldn't live in this world without you."

Her heart stops as he keeps going, and her eyes start to water every time his deep voice spoke another word of love and honesty.

"Your beautiful smile and brazen red hair, the different colours painted on your nails. Everything about you is celestial, my girl."

He picks a velvet, red box out of his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring made from heaven.

"I want you to be mine forever, Hazel. Will you marry me?"

A reckless sob escapes her lips, happiness overflows her as she instantly drops her ice cream and tackles him to the ground in a hug.

Luckily, Julius was able to catch them both and hold her against him.

She showers him with kisses and tears from his lips to all over his face. Julius chuckled and squeezes her hips with his strong hands. Picking up the last surprise he brought for her, he picks up the singular red rose.

"Is that a yes?" He smiles a little, holding her tightly with the rose placed between them.

She leans back and smiles down at it, while he wipes her tears and she picks the rose from his grasp.

"Yes," She pecks his cheek again, "I'll marry you, Julius."

Present Time...

"Juls? You okay?"

Julius blinks and looks down at his fiancé, a worried look etched on her brows while her hands were holding his and the rose.

Noticing the ring he had picked for her on her finger, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of making her officially his for life.

The ring was simple, silver around the body and a gleaming diamond on top—it was worth millions but as he knows money was never an issue and he knew that he would spend every last penny of his own on her only.

He understood Hazel wasn't big on everything, and so, he proudly presented her with a ring he knew she'd love forever.

Taking her hand, he kisses the back of her wrist and rubs her ringed finger while looking into her beautiful eyes.

"Never been better, Angel."

She giggles and falls into his arms, hugging him to her and allowing his beating heart to hum against her ear.

"I told Gracie, Trace, and Percy, apparently they knew already but still wanted to FaceTime me and see my ring." She blushes under his hold while he chuckles slightly, feeling the vibration under her skin.

"And what'd they say?"

"Nothing. I told them I'd show them tomorrow because I wanted to spend this time with you."

His heart beats faster for a second but Hazel notices, leaning away and frowning again.

"You okay, Juls—

Suddenly her lips were pushed plush against another.

Julius kissed her feverishly, his tongue sinking into her mouth while his soft lips caressed her as if his life depended on it.

Hazel, still finding it hard to keep up with his alluring rhythm, finds herself stuck under the depth of his dominance and allows him to capture her.

Melting into his arms, her hands were caught up in his hair and plummeted into his dark tresses, leaving little to no air between her lungs.

"Juls," She breathes against his lips, finally gasping for her breath.

Hazel was obsessed with kisses like these. Recently he'd kiss her without warning, he would just do it to surprise her, catch her flustered and breathless.

And she loves them almost as much as she loves him.

"Got you again, huh?" He mused, staring down at her now glossy, red lips. She breathes out a breathy laugh, still comprehending his tongue colliding with her own seconds ago.

"You did." She admits, shaking her head away from the daze.

Devilishly, Julius smirks and Hazel's heart pounds further from the pantie-dropping look still not comprehending that he was to be all of hers officially.

Hazel steps back to make some space between his pounding heart and hers, but she trips on her own shoe laces and doubles down into his arms.

Julius, of course, catches her and stabilises her body. She blushes, looking down at her untied shoelace, and his gaze follows her.

"Silly girl," he murmured as he kneels in front of her, staring up into her gleaming eyes as he shakes his head, licking his plump lips.

Meanwhile, Julius' ridiculously handsome looks were on the plus side of her love for him, although the man she'll marry is truly the hero who was kneeling to her feet right at this moment, tying her laces.

"Love you," She mumbles, smiling through her embarrassment.

He finishes up, squeezing her inner thigh to signal that he was done and finally stands to his full height, towering over her short frame.

"Love you more." He leans down and pecks her cheek, leaving Hazel tinted red.

"Impossible." She murmurs taking his hand and lacing her fingers through his. "Where are we going now?"

Bringing the rose to her nose, Julius looks over her soft features and responds while walking them back to their car.

"Wherever you want to."

She looks down at their laced fingers and then glances back up at him, already finding his gaze on her.

"How about the penthouse? We can watch a movie, maybe, hm?" She beams halfheartedly up at him, leaving him no choice but to answer a simple yes.

Sliding into their seats, Hazel buckles in and Julius revs up the car.

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"Oh, I can't believe we're getting married, Juls!" Hazel excitedly bounces on her feet, the never-ending happiness exceeding her.

Julius had his back to her, stirring up her hot chocolate and dipping one pink and white marshmallow inside.

Before the man could even respond, Hazel had already started up again. He'd never seen her so excited before, rambling and jumpy, not that he didn't like it—quite the opposite, actually.

Julius felt every bit of pride in him to make his girl feel the way she did now, and it was all his own doing. Though, he couldn't deny his excitement either, having her hand celebrated in a ring that showed off whom she belonged beside.

"—Juls?" Her hand was pressed up against his back, straining his muscles tightly in reaction to her touch.

Suddenly, the hot chocolate was long forgotten as he twisted around to face her. She gasped in surprise when his back muscles were replaced with abs in just a second.

Hands wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up from the ground and onto the black, marble tabletop.

Blushing a deep shade of red, Hazel still hadn't gotten used to his recent 'surprises'. Lately, he'd been exploring different things with her, showing her all there is to fulfil an innocent mind.

But Hazel enjoyed every aspect of it, every gentle and rough thrust.

"Juls, are we really—

Cutting her off again, Julius spreads her thighs with both of his hands, giving him the perfect view of her pink panties already having moisture absorbed.

Licking his lips, he glanced down at her while she gazed up at him, her large, doe eyes peering as innocent as he'd first laid eyes on her.

"See what you do to me?" He placed her hand against the bulge restricted against his sweats, allowing her to gasp and flush again.

"I didn't even do anything..." She giggles and shakes her head at him, slowly sliding her hands along the hem of his sweats.

He scoffs lightly and lifts her chin up so her gaze fell on only him. "You don't need to do anything, baby,"

She smiles through her lusty eyes and greedily starts peeling his sweats down his thick, muscly thighs.

"Greedy are we?" Julius smirks, only watching her hands pull down both his sweats and boxers too.

Right as his length bounced out freely, Hazel hungrily allowed her gaze to roam his thick cock.

A slap echoed through the kitchen, and Hazel yelped as a stinging sensation hit her thigh, realising Julius had smacked her there.

Hazel licks her lips moist, red as a tomato, and places her full attention on Julius again. "Yes?"

Sinfully, he slides his large hands up to her hips and gently starts to tug down her panties.

"This okay?" He consented and she nodded approvingly as always.

Once the fabric was thrown across the kitchen floor, Julius spreads her inner thighs wide enough for his eyes to take in her pink, throbbing core.

Moist as ever, he glanced up at her while he starts to roughly move his hand up and down his cock.

"You want me to fuck you on this counter?" He asks, raising a brow when she nibbles on her bottom lip.

"I do," She replied, containing her moans from flowing through her lips when the bare air hits her in between the thighs.

Instantaneously, Julius pulls her closer to the edge and his dick now slaps in between her parted lips.

"Oh," Her eyes roll as Hazel leans back on her elbows, just as she alluringly watches Julius rock his hips up and down her throbbing area.

The tip of his cock hits her clit, releasing a small whine from her mouth.

"Come and give me a kiss, Hazel," He motions to her with his free hand, bringing her up on one elbow and he captured her neck from behind with his hand.

Pushing their lips together, he slides right into her as they kiss passionately.

"Oh, Julius," She cries and leans away in bliss, back on her elbows she watched with lazy eyes as he pounds into her.

Both his hands run up and down her thighs as his hips thrust in and out of her steadily. Sloppy and wet noises fill the room, and her moans and his groans adjusted into the air too.

Julius holds his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches her hypnotic rhythm.

The way her red hair sprawls out behind her, her parted pink, lips fill the air with melodic moans—the sounds of her pleasure heightening the house they don't own.

"A bit faster, Juls," She pants, looking past her lashes to face him.

Julius licks his lips and grabs her by the hips, lifting her back up into a sitting position.

Her arms folded around his shoulders, burying her head in his neck and biting down on his shoulder as he thrusts increasingly harder.

Julius leans down to her ear, his hand in her hair, enabling his raspy voice to fall deep into her.

"You take my cock so good, my girl," He hums and Hazel sighs pleasantly from the praise.

"I wonder if you'd take it even better as my wife, hm?"

Hazel clenched around him, wrapping her hands in his hair as her thighs shook, "Julius, I'm close,"

She breathes into his neck, heaving up and down as he slowly pulls out and harder back in again.

Rubbing his thumb along her clit, she leans away and arched her back with a thrilling moan, "Yes," she whimpered.

Julius loves this side of her, just like every other side but fuck he was so turned on, her innocent beauty and sinful moans corrupt him utterly.

"We come together." He whispers into her, and she nods with a soft whimper.

Slowing his movements, he presses his lips against hers, kissing her slowly before thrusting harder in.

Hazel feels herself nearly implode, every ounce of his sweetness caressed her like a shock of lightning. She loves every aspect of him.

The pounding of his thick cock between her thighs, loving the messy feeling of her folds dripping and lubricating him.

Every gentle kiss against her cheek and forehead reminded her how beautifully special he was to her.

"I love you, Juls," She kisses him deeply, allowing his thrusts to fasten as her folds close around him.

Julius grunts and continues to ride out her withering body while releasing himself inside her.

Strings of warmth come caress her and as he pulls out right after, her eyes widen when ropes of come fall out of her.

Looking up, she finds Julius staring down into her eyes before he grasps her by the chin gently, kissing her cheek softly.

"I love you too, my fiancé."

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"Would you ever want to have kids in the future?" She gapes up at him, eyes wide with curiosity.

Julius and Hazel were curled up inside their bed, it was now late in the evening and the sun of France was warming their room with a golden light.

The man looks down at her, curiously raising a brow at her sudden question.

"With you, yes."

Hazel smiles and hums at his response, bringing her gaze back to the laptop sitting on his lap filled with all these numbers and pages of writing—though it was fascinating seeing him work, she got a scope of how intelligent he was.

"When we get back home, can we get a dog?" She starts running her fingertips down his scarred, though completely ripped chest.

"Whatever you want, Angel," He murmurs, deeply enhanced by the screen in front of him.

Her eyes scanned his features, uncontrollably her lips tip up at the sight. His cold eyes were solely on the screen, his eyes dark and concentrated. His arched brows were furrowed just the slightest pinch, and her favourite pair of lips were parted an inch.

She watches his hands move along the keyboard of his MacBook, so innocently big amongst them.

Continuing her pattern across his chest, she painted his tattoos and followed every faded line of his scars.

Julius blinks and catches her staring gaze in the reflection of his laptop, his eyes darkening as he pauses his movements and switches his whole attention to his girl.

"You know I can do this later? How about we—

She shakes her head, stopping him from talking by placing a finger in between his lips.

"I like watching you," She admits and leaves a hand on his beating heart, realising how fast it was pounding.

"I can't concentrate when your eyes are on me, Angel." He confesses smoothly, blinking his eyes back and forth between hers.

Hazel released a small giggle and brought her chin on the top of his chest, peering up into his gaze curiously. "Am I making you nervous?"

Rolling his silver eyes, he shuts his laptop, tosses it over the other side of the bed, and then hovers over the small girl.

Placing all this weight on his two hands, he cages her in below and stares down at her blushing form.

"You of all people should know how nervous you make me..." He chuckles and dips his tongue to his lower cheek, "Hm?"

Ducking his head under her jaw, he begins to kiss down her neck. Hazel hums in satisfaction and giggles when she feels his feather kisses tickle her.

"You need to finish your work, Juls, so we can hang out properly," Hazel complained but nevertheless brought her hands to skim over his broad shoulders and further down his back.

"Sure, Haze." He replies, distracted as he kept kissing her all over.

All of a sudden, his hands reach just under her breasts exactly where her ticklish spot was located and now Hazel was squirming underneath him for a breath.

"Juls!" She squeals, wriggling in his vice crips with contagious laughter that only made Julius grin like a boy on Christmas Day.

"Yes?" He quipped, resorting her to glare at him once he slowly began to stop.

"That wasn't nice," She huffs and crawls out from under him, stepping dizzily onto the carpeted floor while trying to twist her hoodie—which was actually his—back the other way round.

"I'm not a nice person." He shrugged, and she plainly dismissed his statement holding her hands on her hips.

Julius smirked at her sudden attitude, peering up at her from his position on the bed which was oddly identical to the one he had her in last night.

"That's a lie, you're nice to me—the best actually..." She states normally as if it was something she said daily.

And then his heartbeat increased and Hazel was suddenly pressed up against his chest again. It was a swift motion, he stood and used his muscly arms to cradle her hips.

Chests barely touching, she breathes in his intoxicating scent and peered up into his magical eyes.

"I've lost count of the number of times you've said that now," He nonchalantly places hair behind her ear, tracing the line of her jaw with his thumb.