CH.54

"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