#Chapter 223: A Changed Man

Hannah Noah’s body tensed beneath me as he finished with one last resounding growl, his fingers digging deeply into the soft flesh of my hips. I collapsed onto his chest, panting and heaving, my heart racing. The cool night air kissed my sweat-dampened skin, and I became acutely aware of the fact that the forest had gone silent around us—the nighttime creatures going quiet at the sound of two predators howling in the clearing. As I caught my breath, I realized that my flower crown had slipped off during our passion. Noah’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle as he sat up, cradling me in his lap. He reached over, plucking the crown from where it had fallen on the grass beside us. With gentle hands, he placed it back on my head, adjusting it carefully. “A crown for my queen,” he murmured, his green eyes twinkling in the moonlight. I couldn’t help but giggle, feeling giddy and lightheaded. “I thought I was your princess,” I teased, running my fingers through h