Zavian didn't seem inclined to fill the quiet. He simply sipped at his tea while eyes remained locked on her face in a way that made Emmeline feel utterly pinned in place."You don't talk much," she finally ventured in a feeble attempt to dispel some of the heaviness that had settled over them.One of Zavian’s dark brows inched upward in a silent prompt for her to continue, though he didn't offer any verbal response."You don't speak unless it's necessary or useful to speak."Zavian’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side in a subtle gesture of arrogance that somehow suited him perfectly. "Good brevity makes sense," he stated at last.Emmeline couldn't resist letting out a bright peal of laughter at that. "I didn't realize I was sitting with Socrates!" she teased, grinning at him from across the table.Rather than taking offense at her gentle ribbing, a look of wicked amusement seemed to glint in the depths of Zavian's eyes. "I don't like using my mouth to talk. There are more exci
Emmeline couldn't get Zavian's words out of her head since the previous day.His words that his thoughts about her were starting to go in the wrong direction - it was inconceivable that he felt tempted because of her.He didn't seem the type to betray his wife, even with wandering eyes!She was lounging lazily on the living room sofa with a book in her hands. Its nondescript cover appeared to be some philosophical treatise, but the pages contained decidedly more salacious content.She had been swapping out risqué novel covers for more academic-looking ones to fool her parents since high school. While she agreed that frivolous novels were largely a waste of time, she felt sexual education through the medium of erotic literature was important too!"Don't go to work today. My mother is coming to visit. She'll be staying for lunch," Richard's voice rang out.Emmeline looked up from her book and slid it on his back in displeasure. "Why do I have to miss work just to receive your mother? Ha
Emmeline returned the erotic novel to its place on the shelf in the private library upstairs and carefully slid it into the space between the other books.Just then, the folded jacket she had hidden among the other dust jackets to disguise its real nature caught her eye. It was Zavian’s jacket that he had lent her at the gym a few days ago.She took the jacket out, holding it close to her face and inhaling the lingering masculine scent.The rich, spicy aroma had a powerful effect on her, causing her heart and thoughts to spin out of control as her body went numb with a peculiar tingling sensation.She quickly shoved the jacket back into its hiding spot and hurried to prepare to welcome her mother-in-law, who could be considered even worse than her dead-beat son.The doorbell rang before lunchtime.Emmeline hurried to answer it while clad in a casual floral dress. "Hello, Mom, how are you?" she greeted with a forced smile on her face.The imposing older woman was dressed in an elegant
Emmeline sauntered up to the bar, shrugging off her autumn coat before she addressed the bartender with a bold confidence. "Your strongest drink, please."The handsome young bartender gave her an appraising look before mixing up a vibrant blue cocktail and setting it down in front of her.She took an experimental sip, the flavor stinging her tongue and indicating just how potent the drink was."Exactly what I wanted," she said with a satisfied smirk.The bartender's gaze lingered on her as he wiped down the polished wooden bar top. "You're new here, aren't you?"Emmeline met his eyes with surprise then her brow furrowed quizzically. "What makes you say that?"She looked around at the packed bar, filled with people laughing and conversing over the low thrum of jazz music that seemed to vibrate through the very walls. "This place doesn't really seem like the kind of exclusive bar with a limited clientele. It's absolutely packed tonight. How did you know I was a newcomer? Can you and tha
Emmeline swallowed hard. "My life is so empty..." She took a deep, steadying breath.Lifting her cocktail glass to her lips, she took a fortifying sip before continuing in a carefully measured tone. "I was a happy teenager, but the reasons for my happiness just...decreased little by little over the years until it became completely non-existent. Some things that used to bring me joy are no longer fulfilling. Is it just because I'm getting older?"All the while, Zavian didn't stop the torturously slow caress of his fingers along her inner thigh.Had it not been for the low thrum of jazz music filling the smoky bar, she was certain he would have heard the desperate, ragged pants of her quickening breaths, silently begging him to touch her aching core."There must be something blocking the flow of happiness in your life," he murmured.Emmeline felt her face flush hotly at his words and the utterly incongruous combination of his philosophical tone plus the molten path his fingers were trai
Zavian's large hand clamped down on her hip with branding intensity then pulled it snugly against his as their dance turned into a sinful roll and grind of their lower bodies.Emmeline dropped her head to avoid his blazing stare but he simply dipped his own to recapture her gaze, refusing to let her retreat."A great many things happened," he mumbled in a voice gone rough with restrained desire. "Your petite stature, those pretty little sundresses you wear, your sweet, innocent way of speaking - those were all reasons I viewed you as a child at first."Emmeline felt her flush deepening at his frank assessment, the heated glide of their bodies making her achingly aware of every inch of him pressed against her.She struggled to keep her breathing measured and even as his hand continued its torturous path along her lower back and over the swell of her backside."But then we met at the gym," Zavian continued in a low tone. "And my opinion changed rather dramatically..."Emmeline couldn't
"I want you, Emmeline! In the dirtiest, most carnal sense of the word. I want to take you, claim you, make you mine in every way a man can possess a woman!!"A desperate, needy sound escaped Emmeline's throat at his wicked confession.She dropped her hand to press against the solid plane of his chest as if to put some distance between their heated bodies. But instead of pushing him away, her fingers simply clung to the soft material of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.Then she arched shamelessly against the rigid length trapped behind the fly of his slacks."M-Mr. Blackthorn...we can't cross that line," she protested weakly, even while her hips undulated in a sensual rhythm against his."Oh lord…! This is wrong, so wrong—"Her words were swallowed by a desperate moan torn from her very soul when Zavian finally sealed his lips over the thundering pulse in her neck.He parted them to suck heated, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive column, his tongue lashing out to taste
"I plan to make you see entire galaxies behind your eyes, little girl. The kind of stars that only come from soaring to the pinnacle of pure ecstasy..."A shudder of blatant feminine need rippled through Emmeline at his sinful promise.She bit down on her plump lower lip, her thighs clenching with a fresh gush of arousal."Is that so?" she breathed, tilting her head back to meet his intense stare through her lashes. "And just how do you plan to make that happen, Mr. Blackthorn?"Zavian's lips curved ever so slightly and his gaze was dangerous.He pulled her body flush against his once more, allowing her to feel every rigid inch of his arousal grinding against her aching core."The sky outside is perfectly clear tonight," he rasped against the heated skin just below her ear. "We'll be able to see the stars shining down on us..."Emmeline shook her head slowly, forcing herself to think rationally despite the relentless throbbing between her thighs."But the marina is at least two hours
Zavian had already slipped away when Emmeline woke up a while later.A tray of food sat on the table, covered with foil to keep it warm.She approached cautiously, lifted the foil and inhaled deeply. The rich aroma of tomato sauce and garlic filled her senses."The smell alone is enough to make my mouth water," she murmured appreciatively.Her gaze landed on a folded note propped against the plate.Emmeline snatched it up with a fluttering heart."I didn't want to wake you while you slept so peacefully. There’s some pasta for you - just heat it up if it's gone cold. -Z"A girlish giggle escaped Emmeline at the thoughtful gesture.She pressed the note to her nose, trying to catch his lingering scent on the paper as warmth blossomed in her chest. That this powerful, imposing man would take such simple care of her needs..."That man captivates me more each day," she sighed, tracing the note with a fingertip.Despite her lack of appetite lately, Emmeline found herself devouring every bite
Zavian winked at her before he dipped his head to capture her lips in a scorching kiss that robbed the breath from her lungs.She melted into the passionate embrace, her body tingling with desire as his tongue teased against her lips, demanding entry.Emmeline parted her lips with a soft moan, allowing his skilled tongue to delve inside and engage hers in a sensual dance.His large hands slid down her back to pull her flush against his hard body as the kiss deepened, growing more heated and intense.Emmeline gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes and was breathless when they finally broke apart.“Delicious as always,” Zavian commented wickedly, placing two bags in her palm. "I heard women crave snacks during their period, so I brought you bags of chips, feminine stuff and chocolate," he responded.Emmeline looked at the first bag in astonishment, seeing numerous brightly colored bags of potato chips inside in a wide array of flavors. Then she blushed furiously at the numerous branded pa
~The next morning~Emmeline woke up feeling a bit under the weather, with some uncomfortable cramps signaling her monthly visitor was on its way. Ah, the joys of womanhood!As if that wasn't enough, her entire body ached as though a truck had plowed into her - no doubt the result of all the passionate smooching Zavian had lavished on her the previous night aboard his yacht.A ghost of a satisfied smile curved her lips at the delicious memories. Their heated embraces, his skilled mouth blazing a path of sin across her bare skin, the way he'd worshipped every inch of her body with fervent devotion...Emmeline shivered, warmth pooling low in her belly despite the cramps. Last night had been nothing short of heavenly debauchery.She'd barely slept a wink, too consumed by visions of her devilishly handsome lover and the sinful acts they'd indulged in together.Richard, the oblivious fool, hadn't even batted an eye when she arrived home well past midnight yet again. He simply grunted his usu
Zavian wasted no time driving straight to his private estate located on the outskirts of the sleepy town of Riverwalk after making sure Emmeline arrived home safely."Double the security detail," he instructed one of his trusted men through the mind link tersely. "Keep a low profile for now. "You got it, boss. The lady's security is locked down tight," came the quick mental reply.Zavian had handpicked five of his most elite and loyal shadow guards to keep a watchful eye on Emmeline while Luca was busy with other important matters. No way was he taking any chances with her safety.As Zavian's sleek ride pulled up to the circular driveway, he spotted the men in crisp black suits and earpieces standing at stiff attention like statues lining the whole thing.They all snapped to attention the second Zavian climbed out of the driver's seat, giving a respectful deep bow of their heads."Welcome back, sir!" They chorused like one voice, showing their utmost respect for the man whose power an
Zavian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as if she'd asked something completely unexpected from a married woman like herself. "You really don't know?" He questioned incredulously."I..." She began but faltered under his intense gaze, lowering her eyes bashfully."It's because men and women are built differently. Women can orgasm multiple times during one round due to quicker recovery time." He explained, gently stroking her cheek and studying Emmeline intently as she absorbed the information. "Therefore, it's crucial for a man to maintain an erection for a long time. Premature ejaculation can be quite frustrating for women because it denies them satisfaction."Emmeline listened with rapt attention, her eyes wide with newfound knowledge. "I didn't know our bodies were so complex," she confessed.Zavian chuckled softly, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hair. "You're hard to please even in bed," he teased.She playfully punched him in the chest, giggling lightly. "If you want good servic
Emmeline was on the precipice of a delicious surrender, her fingers dancing across her femininity with a feverish tempo.Her middle digit fluttered left and right, creating an intoxicating rhythm that echoed through her body. As she pleasured herself, her other hand was busy exploring Zavian's turgid manhood, sliding up and down his length in a frenzy of desire."I'm...I'm so close," she breathed out. The sensation was so intense that it cut off her voice mid-sentence and sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body."I want to watch you climax, but I can't keep my eyes open. It feels like I'm soaring to cloud nine."Zavian groaned at the effort of holding back his own pleasure, his breath hitched and ragged."Seeing you like this," he continued after a beat, "Touching yourself for me for the first time...it's like observing an exquisite piece of art that demands admiration." His voice was thick with arousal as he watched Emmeline writhe on the bed before him.Her soft whimpers e
Tears spilled relentlessly from Emmeline's eyes as she thrashed about on the bed, her limbs flailing in a futile attempt to alleviate the overwhelming sensations of discomfort that wracked her body.“Fuck, it hurts.” She cried out weakly.Zavian’s breathing was ragged. He took several deep mouthfuls of air to calm himself down, running a hand through his hair before dragging his feet toward the bed once more.He knew he had to make this right, to alleviate her pain. And his saliva should work magic in this case. "Forgive, baby. I’m here, I'll make it better."He gently maneuvered Emmeline on her back, his eyes filled with desire and concern. "Let me help you," he murmured soothingly roaming his hands over her body, not just to arouse but to comfort… to remind her of the intimacy they shared was beyond the physical act.His lips found hers, kissing her deeply, trying to convey his apology and his affection.Then he moved down her neck and began trailing her skin with gentle kisses.Zavi
Emmeline's body jolted involuntarily when his scorching tongue made contact with her chilled skin.A soft moan—one almost like that of kitten miaowing escaped her lips as her grip on the edge of the bed tightened.“Mr… ah, Blackthorn….” She breathed, her lips parting in bliss. "Your tongue... it feels incredible," she murmured.Zavian chuckled lowly at her words and expression. He blew a hot breath against her sensitive skin causing her to shudder."Not as soft as your lower lip," Zavian rumbled back.A gasp tore from Emmeline’s throat when he took her into his mouth again, the sensation overwhelming her senses.She arched her back and cried out, "What kind of sorcery do you wield, Mr. Blackthorn?” She cried out, throwing her head back in delight. “I-It feels like my s-soul is being drawn out from sheer pleasure!"She could feel his lips curving into a wicked grin against her flesh.“Touch yourself!" Zavian instructed hoarsely. "Fondle your breasts."The deep timbre of his voice plus h
Zavian returned moments later with a glass filled with ice cubes in hand. "You've been naughty, Emmeline," he announced ominously as he approached the bed again.His gaze unapologetically scanned over Emmeline's bare form. "Naughty girls must face consequences."Emmeline’s gaze met his darkened one reflecting pure trepidation."Don't fear me, baby," Zavian coaxed gently with an unsettling grin playing on his lips. "The punishment I've selected for you is... exquisite." His fingers plucked an ice cube from the glass on the bedside table, causing Emmeline to eye it with apprehension."What are you going to do with that?" she asked hesitantly.Zavian’s stern gaze met hers again. "Your hands are off limits today," he commanded smoothly. "Only I get to touch you – your punishment is enduring the chill of the ice against your skin. No release until you confess why you're being punished."As her wide-eyed fear became more evident, Zavian dropped the ice cube back into its crystal container."