Here's today's update. I've read your comments about how you want part one of the story to end, and I'll definitely keep them in mind while working on these final chapters. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts! :)
"Let's be together completely," Emmeline’s voice shook a little with excitement. "Make me yours, Zavian!"Zavian's eyes darkened.The heat in his gaze made Emmeline catch her breath and a delicious shiver running down her spine. Relief washed over her, knowing he wanted this as badly as she did."Why the rush, little girl?" Zavian's voice got rough. His fingers traced lazy patterns at her waist, each touch leaving warm trails through her thin dress.Emmeline squared her shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. She wasn't the timid girl from their early days anymore. "What's stopping us now?" Her voice stayed soft but didn't waver. "What's keeping me from claiming what's mine?"A real smile broke across Zavian's face, changing everything about him. The usual hard lines softened, making him look younger and almost carefree for a quick moment."I like this confidence." His smile widened, showing perfect white teeth. "Different from the shy woman I first met."The corner of his mouth
Zavian stilled.His eyes didn’t mock her. There was no arrogance in his posture, no smirk on his mouth… just stillness. Listening.His fingers stayed gently laced with hers, grounding her in place.When Emmeline finally dared a glance upward, Zavian was watching her.All the intensity in his expression had softened. His usually sharp and unreadable gaze now glowed with something calmer. Gentler.Zavian slowly lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his mouth lingering against her skin. “I can’t lie to you… I won’t promise there won’t be some discomfort, especially at first.”His thumbs moved across the backs of her hands in slow, soothing circles.“But what I can promise,” Zavian continued, “Is that I’ll go slow. I’ll listen to your body. I’ll stop the second you want me to. And if there’s any pain…” He tilted his head slightly and his eyes flickered with certainty she’d come to depend on. “It won’t stay. I’ll turn it into something good. Something worth rememberi
Emmeline's fingers trembled a little in anticipation as she reached for Zavian's coat.The heavy wool fabric slipped from his broad shoulders, joining her own discarded coat on the floor of the yacht's cabin.She placed her palm on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the crisp fabric of his shirt. The warmth radiating from his body contrasted with the winter chill that had followed them inside."Your image has haunted me," Emmeline confessed. "When I close my eyes, I see you above me. The mere thought ignites something within me I never knew existed."Zavian's eyes darkened at her words. He placed his left hand at the nape of her neck, threading his fingers through her hair.His other hand found her thigh, guiding it upward until it wrapped around his waist. The evidence of his desire pressed against her, separated only by layers of fabric that suddenly seemed too substantial and too restrictive."I've always maintained control," his voice sounded deeper than
Zavian paused, looking at her with burning eyes. "But we'll save that for later. Tonight's about exploring."His eyes moved over her body like he couldn't get enough. "Red looks like it was made just for you. Like good wine I plan to enjoy every drop of."With that, he carried her to the bedroom, stopping only to flip on a lamp that filled the room with warm golden light.The light caught in his eyes as they found hers again.The bedroom embodied refined modern elegance. Even more romantically decorated than the previous one."I never thought we'd get here," Emmeline admitted, pulling at his tie with shaky fingers. She put her hand on his cheek, the gentle touch a contrast to the heat from before. "That we'd build something so strong everyone would try to break it."Her thumb traced his cheekbone. "I've loved you for so long, but lately it's turned into something deeper. You've kept every promise you've made me."Zavian set her down gently in the middle of the room. His hands found the
Their eyes locked… burning with tension, with hunger and with something far deeper than lust. Like gravity had shifted around them, dragging their souls into a space that only belonged to the two of them.“You’re a sin carved into me,” Zavian murmured in a dark rasp. “Mine. Even if the world goes to hell, you stay mine.”Emmeline’s fingers tangled in his messy black hair with a soft smile tugging at her lips. Her heart pounded like it knew something her mind couldn’t catch up to.“You’re mine,” Zavian growled louder and rougher this time. “No one takes you from me. I’ll burn the world down first!”Emmeline’s nails scraped lightly down his neck and her nipples brushed against the heat of his chest as she arched up to meet him.“You’re everything I ever wanted,” she whispered, eyes glassy with need. “And so much more than I ever thought I’d have.”Zavian’s lips hovered over hers and their breaths mixed in the tiny space between them.“I didn’t think I could feel anything like this,” he m
Their eyes locked—hers glassy and pleading, his molten and hungry.“Release me from this torment,” Emmeline whispered. “Let me be yours... completely.”Zavian leaned closer until their foreheads touched. "Say it again," he demanded hoarsely.Emmeline drew in a shaky breath. “Please… take me. Touch me like only you can.” Her voice cracked under the weight of her desire.That was all it took.The finger inside her moved with purpose now, stroking her deeper, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves that had her writhing beneath him.Emmeline’s legs parted wider on instinct, chasing every rush of pleasure he offered until it became too overwhelming for her to handle.She tried to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his body caged her in."Good girl," Zavian growled, watching her with burning intensity.Every movement of his fingers, every press, every curl… he knew her. Knew how to destroy her and remake her with a touch.Emmeline’s head fell back with a cry caught in her throat as her f
"You're drenched, minx," Zavian growled in her ear. "Can you feel how much you want me?""Yes," Emmeline’s voice trembled as her hips jerked beneath the relentless rhythm of his hand.Her body no longer belonged to her—it answered only to him.Zavian crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss so wild it stole the breath from her lungs. Their tongues tangled, desperate and greedy, tasting every ounce of the ache that pulsed between them. He devoured her like a man starved, and she gave herself over completely.Emmeline’s world spun with every flick of his fingers, every teasing swirl that kept her teetering on the edge. Her nails clawed at his shoulders in a silent plea for more… for him to go harder and deeper.Her eyes fluttered open when Zavian shifted slightly and the sight before her nearly unraveled her.His tattooed arm flexed with each powerful motion, veins bulging, ink glistening with sweat. His face was pure, unshakable focus… lips parted and jaw tight, as if her pleasure was his on
His words wrapped around Emmeline’s heart. Warmth spread through her chest until tears pricked at her eyes only to vanish just as quickly.“How do you do this?” she whispered, breathless. “With just a few words, you make my heart race… set fire to everything inside me.”Zavian’s tongue flicked over her navel as his fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of her thighs.He knew the scars she carried, the wounds inflicted by her past. He had no intention of adding to them. Where others left bruises, he left devotion, each touch a silent vow.“You’ve pieced together the broken fragments of my past… healed scars I thought would never fade.” Her body, once marred by bruises, now basked in his lavish care—a tenderness that left her feeling utterly cherished.Zavian glanced up at her through half-lidded eyes, pressing a kiss to the lace trim of her underwear.“I know what you’ve been through,” he murmured. “You need a man who will care for your heart before your body. I will be that man, Emmeline.
“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