Apologies for the delay in updating. I've been dealing with a lot of stress lately, but I’m doing my best to update whenever possible.
Emmeline woke up the next morning to the insistent buzzing of her phone on the nightstand. Blindly patting around, she finally located the device and squinted at the bright screen, her eyes still adjusting to the pale morning light filtering through the bedroom curtains.A tiny thrill went through her when she registered the name flashing across the display. It was a text from Zavian.“Let's go jogging. I'll wait for you in front of the club.”That simple message was enough to fully rouse Emmeline from her sleepy haze. Her mind drifted briefly to last night.She had returned home with Minnie's audacious proposal weighing heavily on her mind. As tantalizing as the idea was, she knew there was no need to rush into any decisions. Christmas was still several days away, affording her plenty of time to ruminate on the potential consequences. The idea felt both thrilling and terrifying.Sitting upright amongst the rumpled bedsheets, she hastily typed out a reply, unable to contain the giddy s
Zavian’s idea of a 'short walk' was another torturously long ten minutes before the trees finally parted, revealing another part of the famous river.As soon as they reached the grassy bank, Emmeline collapsed gratefully onto the soft ground, spreading her palms on the cool earth as she gulped in deep lungfuls of air."Remind me never to go exercising with you again, you sadistic monster!" she groaned dramatically.Zavian sat down beside her, stretching his long, muscular legs out while giving her a disapproving look, though the corners of his eyes crinkled with barely suppressed amusement."I can't believe you ruthlessly forced me to come this far," Emmeline whined breathlessly. "Why did I get involved with such a masochistic man who considers life a grueling mission he has to do to perfection?"Tipping her head back dramatically, she sobbed, "That's very stressful for a delicate flower like me!"Without a word, Zavian pulled a chilled water bottle from the pocket of his jacket and ha
Emmeline accepted his hand eagerly, allowing him to pull her up with a breathless giggle of excitement. "Hurrah for overpriced, sugar-laden beverages!" she cheered.They ambled towards the nearby cafe with their hands still intertwined, neither seeming willing to relinquish their tactile connection.Even after entering the bustling shop, Zavian kept his large palm possessively cupped around Emmeline's smaller one as they approached the menu hanging over the counter."What would you like, little girl?" he asked, tipping his head back to study the chalkboard list of drinks and pastries. "This overpriced establishment is my treat for torturing you so mercilessly earlier."Emmeline pursed her lips thoughtfully. She perused the offerings, giving an adorable little crinkle of her brow. "I can't decide if I want an iced coffee or a milkshake," she mused aloud, glancing up at Zavian. "I'm feeling a bit confused on what would hit the spot."Zavian’s eyes gleamed with wicked mirth as he leaned d
Monday arrived rather too slowly for the sinful partners.Emmeline pulled into the marina and parked next to Zavian's sleek black Lamborghini, noting he had beaten her there.She smoothed her hands over the skintight black sheath dress hugging her curves, the soft cashmere jacket he had gifted her draped stylishly over her shoulders and cinched at the waist with a wide belt.Grabbing her purse, she headed to his luxurious yacht, her heels clicking on the polished deck as she looked around for him."Mr. Blackthorn, where are you?" she called out."In the second-floor lounge," his deep, velvety voice carried down from above.Emmeline climbed the stairs quickly, finding him standing motionless by a large undecorated pine tree, his piercing gaze drinking her in hungrily as she approached."You're actually on time for once," he drawled, one side of his sensual mouth quirking up. "I thought I might have to kidnap you from your restaurant again."Emmeline smiled at his teasing reference to w
It had been two weeks of peace for Emmeline. At least Richard hadn’t hit her since that day though they often bickered. It was unavoidable.They were only two days away from Christmas!Emmeline had bought Zavian an expensive watch and, despite Minnie's advice, had knitted woolen gloves for him, convinced that handmade gifts were more valuable than others.She was still thinking of offering herself to him as well.That evening, Minnie came to visit them. The two hugged at the door before making their way to the sitting room."What’s the plan for Christmas Eve? Did Richard agree to let you out?" Minnie asked curiously.Emmeline clasped her fingers together and rubbed them nervously. "In fact, I haven't asked him yet. Perhaps I was seduced by the calm we've been living in lately, and I'm afraid my request might ruin it."Minnie stopped walking, looking at her friend sympathetically. "Do you want me to talk to him?"Emmeline was about to object when Minnie shoved her shoulder playfully. "I
Christmas Eve was so tiring, Emmeline made all the food on her own, not coming out of the kitchen since began.Her house was crowded with guests at eight o'clock- her parents, Richard's parents, her older brother and his wife. Fortunately, his two brothers didn't come, otherwise the house would have turned into a barn with their four children combined.Emmeline received them in a red dress, short but not tight, with long sleeves, under which she was wearing the underwear she had chosen for her rendezvous with Zavian.Everyone finally cleared out around midnight after the Christmas Eve party.Richard had knocked back way too many drinks and was totally plastered. When Emmeline told him she was heading out, he just gave a sloppy wave goodbye, not really registering what she said.Emmeline threw on a long black coat over her festive red dress and headed for the door.As soon as she arrived at the docks, her eyes were drawn to Zavian's yacht, twinkling with silvery lights scattered along i
Emmeline chuckled, taking another sip of her own wine before setting the glass down and changing the subject. "Tell me about your family. Is the study of law hereditary for you? Or are you the rebellious one who decided to take it up on your own?"She stuffed her mouth greedily with more meat and chewed loudly, not caring about manners in her ravenous state while Zavian meticulously cut his portion into neat slices."Are your parents alive?" Emmeline asked another question when the first one was left answered.Zavian shook his head slowly, his expression somber. "My mother died giving birth to me and my father passed before her."Emmeline immediately lowered her head in regret, cursing her own thoughtless stupidity for bringing up such a sensitive topic. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."An awkward silence reigned over their intimate meal, the only sounds being their forks scraping against the plates.When they finally finished the last bites of the delicious dinner, Zavian
Emmeline gladly took the glove from him and carefully slid it on his large hand, her small fingers caressing his skin as she worked it into place. But to her dismay, the fingers were slightly too short for his long digits."Oh my god, why won't it fit properly?" she fretted, biting her lip anxiously as she tugged fruitlessly at the wool.Zavian chuckled at her reaction. "How could you possibly misjudge the length of my fingers when they've been inside you so many times, exploring every inch of you?" he teased shamelessly.Emmeline looked up at him helplessly, feeling at a complete loss for words. "Something must have gone wrong in the sizing. I can't believe I messed this up!" She released his hand and covered her burning face with her palms. "I'm so sorry Mr. Blackthorn. I thought it would be perfect but I ruined everything." Her voice trembled as she fought back sobs of frustration.She would have broken into tears right then and there if Zavian hadn't tenderly pulled her into his mu
“Your Majesty. It’s Cara.” A soft, feminine voice whispered, barely carrying across the lavish bedroom. “I’ve come as summoned.”Zavian didn’t turn. His focus stayed locked on Emmeline, on the fragile rise and fall of her chest and the pale strain in her face.The cords in his neck tightened as fury simmered like a storm restrained by threadbare control.Then he moved.The shift was subtle but it sent a chill rippling through the air.Slowly, he rose to his full height and turned to face the person near the door.Cara froze when Zavian’s eyes landed on her, and whatever words she meant to say died in her throat.His glare burned into her with blistering intensity… with an unspoken warning passed with a single look.“Keep my mate safe. Or you’ll understand what true destruction feels like!”Cara gave a quick, frightened nod. She dared not meet his eyes again.The air shifted once more when the door opened behind her. This time, the presence that filled the room carried a different energ
"Home," Zavian replied, a new warmth entering his voice. His hand moved to stroke her hair gently. "Our home."Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he elaborated. "Not the estate you're thinking of. This is different. We're in another realm entirely."His voice took on a note of reverence. "This is my true homeland, the place I was born. A world parallel to the one you know but governed by different laws and energies."Emmeline's eyes widened in surprise and wonder. Throughout their relationship, Zavian had hinted at his otherworldly origins, but she had never fully understood what that meant.The reality of it… that she had crossed between dimensions was almost too much to process in her weakened state.Instinctively, she tried to sit up, wanting to see more of this new world, but the movement sent sharp pain lancing through her body.Emmeline gasped, falling back against the pillows."Careful now," Zavian was quick to move one hand to support her head while the other rested lightly on h
Emmeline's eyes fluttered open to a bright light that streamed through tall windows.She squinted, allowing her vision to adjust gradually while trying to make sense of her surroundings.Her body felt as though it had endured a tremendous ordeal. Every muscle ached, every joint protested, and a profound weakness permeated her entire being.The pain was particularly intense from her waist down, radiating in waves that made movement seem like an impossible feat.Her limbs felt disconnected from her commands, heavy and unresponsive despite her mental efforts to move them.Emmeline felt an unusual sensation in her left hand after several moments of disorientation and she managed to lift it slightly into her field of vision with considerable effort.An intravenous line had been inserted into her vein, connected to a clear bag of fluid hanging from a sleek medical stand positioned beside her bed.Emmeline blinked slowly, allowing her gaze to wander around her.The room was surprisingly spaci
The room seemed to grow darker and heavier.It suddenly went dead quiet. Not peaceful quiet… the kind of silence that crushes your lungs and makes your skin crawl.The fire that had danced so merrily before had withered to pathetic embers, their feeble orange glow mocking the darkness closing in.Frost slithered up the walls like hungry fingers turning their sanctuary into a tomb.Emmeline trembled violently beneath Zavian, her heart hammering against her ribs. Not from the biting cold, but from the terrifying wrongness radiating from the man she loved.His touch—God, his touch had transformed completely. Those hands that once traced her skin with reverence now moved with mechanical precision like a puppeteer yanking invisible strings.His eyes kept fracturing before her, flashing between the current molten gold, blood-red, obsidian like the very abyss and a silver so bright it hurt to look at.Each transformation felt like a knife twisting in her gut, screaming the truth she couldn't
Emmeline’s chest rose and fell in uneven waves, still trembling from the aftershocks of everything he had unleashed within her.Her skin glistened with sweat and every inch of her painted in the memory of his touch.The raw and soul-rending pain had receded at last, melting into something distant, hazy… almost dreamlike.Whatever Zavian had done to her... It was like a balm to her broken edges, a breath of cool air after drowning in a sea of fire.She blinked slowly, eyes dazed and glassy as the sensations gradually settled into her bones.Her lungs dragged in air hungrily, as though she had finally surfaced after being submerged in a flame licking at every nerve and every thought.A sweet, dizzying relief coursed through her veins, loosening the tight coil of agony that had gripped her since the moment he claimed her.Her fingers curled weakly against his chest. “That’s it? Have I truly lost my virginity?” she whispered, dazed, as though she hadn’t just been wrecked beyond repair.A d
Emmeline felt as though her entire being was being shattered, only to be reforged in the same breath again and again in an endless, excruciating cycle.Her body was no longer her own. It was his canvas, his battlefield, and his altar all at once.Pain seared through her hot and unrelenting, blurring the lines between agony and ecstasy until she couldn’t tell them apart. Her brain felt liquified, scrambled, as if it were melting beneath the weight of every thrust, every stretch… every unrelenting claim.Black spots flickered at the corners of her vision like cinders floating in smoke, and her breath came in shallow, desperate gasps.She could no longer see Zavian clearly save for the gleam of his eyes and the heat of his penis pounding into her in a savage branding.Every brutal snap of his hips sent her body lurching forward, sent her spine arching in protest and raw need, only to be wrenched back again before she could even catch her breath.There was no mercy in his rhythm only relen
A guttural growl rumbled through Zavian’s chest as her slick walls clamped around him, struggling to accommodate his size.The stretch was unbearable for Emmeline. Her body trembled beneath his weight and her breath came in shallow gasps as she adjusted to the brutal invasion.“You’re so tight.” Zavian’s gaze lingered, devouring every expression that flickered across her face.“I’m fine so far,” Emmeline struggled to articulate her thoughts, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she struggled to contain the tears that threatened to spill. Yet, the way her nails dug into his skin revealed the truth behind her facade.Zavian clenched his teeth so tightly that the sound reverberated through the room, evidence of his struggle for control. He thrust deeper, inch by inch, splitting her open but paused when a sharp cry tore from her throat and her back arching in protest.“It hurts… fuck, it hurts so bad,” Emmeline choked out in a voice cracked and broken, trembling with the rawness of it.Her b
Zavian’s grip tightened on Emmeline’s shoulder as he captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.His tongue slipped into her mouth, demanding, tasting, claiming her as his own.Emmeline was too numb with pleasure to resist—not that she wanted to.Their mouths moved in a synchronized dance.Emmeline breath caught in the moment as his taste lingered on her lips, mingling with the remnants of her own essence that he had just devoured.She traced her fingertips over his chest, teasing the taut peaks of his nipples.Zavian let out a deep, guttural groan that sent her already oversensitized body quivering. His saliva trickled down her throat, laced with her arousal and setting her senses ablaze. Zavian finally released her, just as she was on the brink of breathlessness and fainting.“What do you think of your food?” he murmured.Emmeline licked the taste of her from his lips. She hesitated before scoffing lightly. “Either you’re exaggerating, or I’ve lost my sense of taste because I do
A tremor ran through Emmeline at his words and his tongue swirling around her aching bud. She gripped the sheets tighter, desperate to ground herself against the pleasure consuming her."Zavian," she whispered breathlessly. "You always know how to push me to the edge."Another strangled moan ripped from her throat when his tongue flicked over her clit.Zavian groaned in response, the vibrations sending another surge of pleasure through her."You're driving me mad," he rasped before sucking her into his mouth, drawing her deep, consuming her essence like a man starved.“Oh, Zavian!” A sharp cry escaped Emmeline. She writhed beneath him, every nerve in her body igniting like wildfire as her thighs quivering around his head."If only you could see what I see," Zavian mused. "How your folds swell for me, how they burn with need. Your lips don’t need rouge, love… their blush is natural, painted just for me."His gaze remained locked on hers, dark and filled with something primal. "You're be