Second bonus chapter. :)
Emmeline's entire body was swallowed with shame and excitement as she was fully exposed to his ravenous gaze.Zavian's eyes raked over every lush curve and swell of her nude form hungrily, like a man starved."Your womanly curves take my breath away whenever I dare to look at them.” The rough timbre of his voice scraped deliciously against her senses. "I want to sneak my hands into your sacred, forbidden area and do so many deliciously bad things with you."When she felt the first warm trickle of the fragrant almond oil pouring down the cleft of her ass, a full-body shiver raced down her spine. A rogue drop of oil rebelled against the path and trickled towards her aching womanhood instead. Her silken inner walls clenched violently in response."Very bad things," Zavian murmured roughly, his sexy tone like a physical caress feeding the flames of desire burning low in her belly."Catch your breath, little girl because you are going to need it.” His hand landed on the swell of her ass bef
“Wha—" Emmeline’s words turned into shameless moans of mixed pleasure and pain when Zavian purposefully poured a few drops of the melted wax on the taut skin of her stomach.The hot liquid instantly froze to her sensitized flesh in delicious little splatters that made her muscles clench involuntarily."That stings!" she gasped, her back arching as she looked up at him with wide, aroused eyes.Zavian stared at her intently, clearly savoring every minute reaction and expression that crossed her flushed features in response to the erotic pain.Then his lips curved in a wicked smile of dark satisfaction."How can pouring drops of hot wax on my naked body be anything fun?” Emmeline asked exasperated. However, his look… the heat in his eyes told her he had no intention of stopping this wicked game of seduction and torment anytime soon."Relax that tense body a bit and you'll understand what I'm talking about." Zavian finally spoke, trailing the flame of the candle down the valley between her
"Please Zavian, put your hand down there and feel how soaked and ready I am for you… how much I ache for your dick to open me up or at least your fingers to be buried deep inside, stretching me," Emmeline pleaded without a shred of shame or innocence left.Zavian continued to peel off the frozen wax on her glistening skin with casual ease, his movements purposefully slow and teasing as he drew out her torment. "Wetness is not the only criterion for gauging a woman's true depths of need, little girl. You'll have to convince me better than that."Emmeline knew he meant for her to beg even more desperately and shamelessly, so she did just that without hesitation. She was utterly enslaved by this devil wearing an angelic face."Please, Zavian, release me from this delicious torment! I need you so badly, I'm burning for your touch, your fingers, your thick cock!" she cried out in a broken tone edged with despair.As soon as Zavian finished cleaning the wax from her flushed, glistening skin,
"I should have explored this erogenous zone a little while ago instead of hesitating," Emmeline murmured with a coy smile, trailing her fingers through the glistening oil.A chuckle escaped Zavian at her words. "A man's entire body is one big erogenous zone when he's aroused."Emmeline spread her hand across his back and began to spread the warm oil over his skin, feeling the hard planes of muscle contracting with every teasing touch."You felt how achingly hard my cock was pressed against your luscious ass earlier. A man's body in such circumstances is so easily affected by the slightest touch, all his arousal and hardness accumulates below until he becomes utterly defenseless.”Emmeline passed the oil along the defined muscles of his back and massaged it into his skin, eager for the oil to be absorbed so she could explore him more intimately.His breathing grew harsher and more uneven with each stroke of her hands."And just imagine, madam, how it feels to be touched so intimately by
Emmeline smiled at his seductive threat until he addressed her in a commanding tone once more. "I want you to massage my chest now, temptress. Work that oil into my heated skin thoroughly."She picked up the bottle of scented oil from the table and drizzled some directly on his chest under his hooded gaze, letting it trail down between the ridges of muscle."I will torture you with my intimate touches just as you've tormented me with yours," Emmeline promised in a sultry murmur, leaning over him.She started distributing the oil all over his chest and abdomen with firm strokes of her hands, admiring the way the muscles flexed and rippled under her fingertips. "Your solid chest reminds me of the thick, heavy length straining between your legs, both beating with need."Zavian’s hands worked and kneaded her breasts, tweaking her taut nipples while she rubbed the oil into his chest with her skilled hands."But the upper pulse is far less dangerous than the one below," he rumbled meaningful
Emmeline drew Zavian's length closer to her entrance, watching with anticipation as the space between them diminished.When she felt the heated tip brush against her intimate petals, a wild whimper escaped her lips.His touch was feather-light, yet it sparked an inferno within her.She slid him along her slick folds, their mutual pleasure amplifying at this intimate contact and her breath hitched in her throat when he hissed in response."You're so wet," Zavian murmured, husky with desire. "If I were to take you right now, I’d slide right in. With ease." His hand returned to tease at her hardened nipples, stoking the fire of need inside her."I can't help but imagine how sweet you'd be beneath me." His deep voice scattered her heartbeats like leaves in the wind.It dripped with innuendo that made her heart pump blood even faster.Emmeline’s attention was wholly focused on him as he continued to talk dirty, igniting a flame inside she’d never known before."I dream about making you mine
Emmeline traced the lines of his muscles before meeting his gaze. "Good thing I've been there before or else this could have been quite awkward." She teased, moving to get off the table but Zavian tightened his grip around her waist."You can just turn around right here," he suggested smoothly. "I want to feel every inch of you against me."The narrowness of the table made maneuvering tricky but after some careful shifting around, Emmeline found herself positioned perfectly over him.Zavian admired the view appreciatively. “Your backside is even more appealing without any clothing." He stated candidly.Emmeline jolted when a smack landed on her rear. "I still feel shy when you talk about my body like that," she blushed furiously.Zavian's response was a harsher slap on her backside, causing her to whip her head around in surprise.“What did you do that—”Emmeline trailed off when an even sharper slap landed on the curve of her buttocks. The sound echoed through the room, sending shockw
Emmeline's heart nearly stopped when she heard Yuna's voice echoing through the empty spa center.Her body froze against Zavian’s chest, where she had been comfortably resting just moments ago and the peaceful midnight atmosphere they'd been enjoying shattered instantly."It's Yuna," she whispered, trembling. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable as she pulled away from his embrace.The sound of heels clicking against floors grew closer, each step making Emmeline more anxious. She began nibbling on her fingernail – a nervous habit she'd never managed to break."Why would she be here at this hour?" Emmeline's thoughts raced wildly.‘Have you noticed how our senses are becoming almost nonexistent around our mate?’ Aetherion’s voice echoed with concern in Zavian’s mind, each word laced with urgency. ‘It’s as if her presence alone is unraveling the control we’ve always prided ourselves on. The effect of not completing the mate bond isn’t just an inconvenience anymore—it’s a growing danger.
“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