It took them a few minutes to get to the golf course.Emmeline got into a white electric golf cart without doors.Zavian took the wheel, steering them through his vast green estate, having chosen to forgo a driver to preserve their privacy.The gentle hum of the cart was the only sound as they moved in the quiet of the late morning.Emmeline sat beside him, silently soaking in the scenery.The sky was a canvas of gray, the clouds heavy with the promise of rain.The autumn breeze caressed her bare legs and sent a pleasant shiver up her spine.She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the tranquility that enveloped her, acting as a distraction to the whirlwind of emotions she had been wrestling with.Emmeline found herself stealing glances at the devil of seduction’s side profile.His strong jawline, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel - all of it painted a picture of a man who was both intimidating and irresistibly attractive.She quickly averted her gaze when he turned to ca
Emmeline gasped. However, the sound merely disappeared into his mouth.The club slipped from her grasp.She froze, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, as he devoured her lips with fervor.Her eyes closed involuntarily and her palms rested submissively on his chest.She felt his hands move roughly over her back as if trying to feel her through her clothes.His tongue flicked against her lips, and she opened her mouth willingly.The kiss turned into a fervent, breathless exchange.When their lips finally parted, they were both panting heavily, their breaths mingling in the cool air."Your red lips were beckoning me to take a bite, and I couldn't resist. They’re like forbidden fruit," Zavian murmured while brushing his thumb over her lips, leaving them tingling and swollen.The poeticism of his statement felt at odds with the raw desire in his eyes.Emmeline covered her lower lip with the upper one, savoring the remnants of his taste.He lifted his hand from her waist, and she qu
"You'll wish you had held your tongue," Zavian warned ominously.With that, he raised his club high above his head and gently hurled the ball directly at Emmeline.It hit her square in the stomach before rolling off, leaving behind a wave of surprise that left Emmeline gasping for breath and grimacing slightly."Oh my God!" she cried out.Zavian’s gaze shifted from under her skirt back to meet hers. There was something mischievous about his look now."It sadly didn't go where I wanted," he admitted dryly. "Guess I'll have to try again."Before she could respond, he swung his club once more, sending the ball directly at her.This time, it hit a little harder and directly on her sacred space, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.Emmeline's hands splayed out on the grass as she threw her head back and let out a soft moan."Stop trying to ignite me, Mr. Blackthorn," she managed to gasp out between breaths. "How do you manage to do that so effortlessly?"Zavian’s response
"For making me chase after you? Yes! My breath can only be spent on your lips or between your legs." His words were like fire against her skin, igniting a heat that spread through her body despite the cool rain.Emmeline's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, making her gaze drop to the ground.The intimacy of his words, the raw honesty in his voice, left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.Raindrops clung to her eyelashes, blurring her vision slightly."Don't talk to me in that tone. Your obscene words make me feel ashamed." She protested softly. But even as she spoke, she felt a thrill of excitement course through her.Zavian gently turned her face towards him, his chest pressed against hers.With his left hand, he tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering in a way that made her insides tremble.Raindrops trickled down his face, following the contours of his strong jawline.Emmeline felt a blush creeping up her cheeks at his words but held his gaze.She didn'
"Your body is at my mercy," Zavian declared while his fingers gripped the insides of her thighs roughly before guiding them on his lap.Emmeline's breath hitched when she felt his lips brush against her neck, his warm breath sending her insides skyrocketing.She could feel his desire, his hunger for her, and she wanted to give in to it. But she couldn't shake off the nagging guilt and shame that still lingered from their previous encounter."Do you want another orgasm?" Zavian's voice was husky, his lips trailing down her neck and over the curve of her shoulder.Emmeline's body shuddered with electricity and her traitorous tongue whispered a small "Yes" before her mind could catch up. However, he suddenly stopped caressing her thighs, causing her to frown in confusion."Nothing comes for free," Zavian said cryptically. "How about a trade?"Emmeline's heart raced as she considered his proposition. What could he possibly want from her? What would she have to give in return for this plea
It felt as though all oxygen had been sucked out from Emmeline’s lungs by some unseen force in the moment she saw the full package of Zavian’s groin.His size was truly daunting. The veins that ran across it throbbed with life and desire so raw, that it felt like a force of nature.The crown of him was shaped reminiscently of a mushroom cap, draped in a thin layer that shimmered with the evidence of his arousal."You're...you're huge," she managed to whisper, her voice choked with surprise and an undercurrent of awe.She swallowed. Hard, as if trying to swallow down her escalating fear along with her words.Zavian’s gaze darkened even more with desire."Do you see now?" he asked huskily. "Do you see the trouble you've stirred up within me? This is why I need your assistance."Her gaze flickered between his dilated pupils and the extremely hard, colossal length held securely in her hand."I-I didn't realize I had this effect on you," Emmeline stuttered.All they had shared so far were
"I'm going to finish in your mouth, and you'll swallow every last drop... like a good girl." Zavian declared unabashedly, leaving no room for protest or negotiation.Emmeline nodded obediently, looking up at him with moist eyes. "Yes, sir," she breathed.Zavian’s eyes flashed with an unnatural glow and his chest shook with the intensity of his suppressed animalistic growl."Damn it, Emmeline!" His voice was low and husky.His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping just hard enough to make her gasp.He was teetering on the edge of control, and she was the one pushing him there."You're going to be my undoing," he confessed in a whisper that barely reached her ears.It wasn't a threat or an accusation… it was an admission of how deeply she affected him.And then he lost himself completely — surrendering to her with a guttural groan that echoed through the pouring rain.His essence rushed out of him aggressively, filling her mouth to the brim so much so that it leaked from the corners of
"Boss!" Luca's voice rang out beside Zavian who was standing shirtless on the balcony of one of his lavish penthouses.The cool night breeze caressed his bare muscular torso as he overlooked the serene greenery outside with a cigarette between his long fingers.His broad back rippled with the intricate dragon tattoo inked into his skin and his muscles flexed ever so slightly whenever he made the slightest move.He had driven Emmeline back to the clubhouse after their little tryst and made sure one of his invisible guards followed her discreetly until she was home securely behind locked doors.His mind had been occupied with thoughts of her. Her scent, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. It was maddening how this slip of a human girl had wormed her way into his cold, dead heart.Zavian shook those thoughts back. He had more pressing matters to attend to.Luca was used to his master's brooding presence. He'd served Zavian for centuries and knew the weight of responsibil
Emmeline felt her blood turn to ice, the pulsating waves of the washing machine beneath her suddenly lost their allure as the reality of Richard's return hit her.Her eyes darted to Zavian, who maintained an unnerving calm."Shit, Richard's home. What should we do?" she whispered with panic.Zavian's expression shifted. His usual devilish charm was now laced with a dark intent that Emmeline had come to recognize as his plotting look."Fasten your seatbelts, we'll complete the euphoria trip spoiled by his return!" he declared with a mischievous grin.Emmeline's chest swelled with air. "Have you lost your mind, sir? My husband has come home! What if he comes looking for me?" she muttered in disbelief. However, Zavian ignored her protest.He resumed expertly teasing her breasts.Emmeline fined his touch both soothing and infuriating under the circumstances."I doubt he will come to the laundry room. Until then, I’ll drown you in ecstasy. The excitement is beyond thrilling. The feeling of
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