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
Zavian's fingers combed through his dark hair, tension evident in every movement. The weight of his thoughts pressed heavily on him as he considered the complicated situation they faced.Zereth, his darker half, harbored hatred for humans that had resulted in bloodshed centuries ago.During that dark period, Zereth had slaughtered without discrimination, sparing neither adult nor child from his wrath. He didn't care if his victims were eighty or eight—all he needed was a glimpse in their future and they were dead meat.In his twisted perspective, humans represented everything despicable: creatures of deceit and greed that deserved extinction.And now, in some twisted joke, fate had picked a human as their mate. Not just any human either, but Emmeline. Sweet, sensitive Emmeline who jumped at her own shadow sometimes.What made Emmeline different, though, was her heart. The girl wore it on her sleeve, honest to a fault and without a greedy bone in her body.Zavian had spent countless nig
Emmeline’s heartbeat accelerated. “What?” She playfully smacked his chest with their joined hands. “Just tell me!”Zavian chuckled, pulling his hand free to wrap his arm around her. He shifted to his side, holding her close. His face was so near hers that their breaths mingled.“I filed for divorce two weeks ago,” he said finally. “But it’s going to take a while. The court’s trying to reconcile us first.”Emmeline’s eyes widened in shock and her body instinctively jerked upright, however Zavian’s arms tightened around her, keeping her close.“Did you really file for divorce?” Her voice trembled with disbelief.Zavian nodded. “We’ve been talking about divorce for a long time,” he sighed. “Do you remember the day we reconciled on the yacht? After the cruel things I said to you at home?”Emmeline gave a nod. “I remember it well.”Zavian’s arms relaxed slightly. “I told you then I wanted you in my life. And I meant every word.”Disbelief mingled with a strange sense of joy in Emmeline. “Bu
Zavian spread the mattress out, smoothing it with his hands before arranging the pillows at one end. “You know,” he said, glancing at her with a small smile, “I’ve never done anything like this. Not even as a teenager.”Emmeline lay down first, stretching out with her feet near the fireplace’s warmth. She looked up at him, her expression incredulous. “You’ve never been camping?”Zavian settled beside her before pulling the blanket over them both. “I went once in high school,” he admitted. “But we slept in tents, not out in the open like this.”Emmeline rested her head on his shoulder. “Let’s go on a camping trip next,” she said eagerly.Zavian turned his head to look at her. “Let’s do it,” he agreed without hesitation.She traced her fingers over the tattoos on his arm, her gaze lingering on his face. “We look like an old married couple,” she teased.He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. “You’re the one with the old-fashioned ideas,” he mused. “The irony is, I’m the only
Emmeline’s cheeks flushed and quickly looked away. “You’re a dirty man,” she shook her head. “I don’t even know how I got involved with you.”Zavian cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’ll let you keep my underwear too,” he said with a smirk. “That way, we’ll be even.”Emmeline was in disbeleif. “You’re insane!” She muttered, pulling away.The sound of Zavian’s phone buzzing broke the moment.He grabbed it from the bed, glancing at the screen.“The delivery guy’s here,” he announced.Emmeline clapped her hands together excitedly. “Finally!”Zavian tossed the phone back on the bed. He quickly pulled on a pair of gray pants and a loose black shirt. Then he left to grab the food while Emmeline lingered in front of the mirror, adjusting the oversized shirt and boxers.“Baby, come to the kitchen,” Zavian called out.“Coming, Papi!” Emmeline teased while hurrying over to him.Zavian’s gaze darkened. He turned sharply toward her from where he stood by the refrigerator with two ca
Emmeline’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and she looked away. “That’s enough, Mr. Blackthorn!”Zavian chuckled, turning her around to help her slip into her bathrobe. “I can’t believe you’re still shy around me after everything we’ve done. I’ve seen every inch of you, Emmeline. At first, I thought it was a confidence thing, but now I’m not so sure.”Emmeline slid her arms into the sleeves. “It’s not about confidence. You’ve already convinced me that you’d still like me even if I were… imperfect. But I’ll never get used to standing naked in front of you.”She turned to face him. “It’s just… nudity isn’t comfortable for me.”Zavian frowned slightly but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he tied the belt of her robe and wrapped a towel around her hair. “I hope you change your mind before we take things to the next level. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.”A playful smile tugged at her lips. “Looks like I’ll be suffering a lot in the future.”He narrowed his eyes in mock d
Emmeline’s eyes widened. “It’s embarrassing to admit I like adult stories. People will think I’m repressed, and they’ll judge me. I didn’t want you to see me differently.”A sly smile crept on Zavian’s lips.Emmeline’s cheeks burned with embarrassment.“This is the enthusiasm I want from you. Now I know how much you want me and what you’re willing to give up for moments of pleasure.” He pulled his hand away, placing it on one of her breasts.Their eyes locked, the air between them thick with desire.“Hearing the desperation in your voice makes me think about changing my mind,” he teased, brushing his thumb over her nipple.Emmeline leaned her head against his chest, her strength fading as she surrendered to the sensation.“How can I deprive you of your ecstasy when you’re so desperate?” Zavian whispered.With that, the bum gun dipped between her legs and the stream of water hit her in just the right spot.Emmeline’s toes curled. Her lips parted as a low, shuddering sigh escaped her.“Z
Emmeline’s heart clenched and fear flickered in her eyes.She turned to look at him. “Do you think Yuna will expose us in court?”Zavian slowed his movements. His gaze met hers, and there was a glint of reassurance in his eyes that made her heart skip. “Enough worrying about a court date that hasn’t even been set yet,” he said gently. “You’ll have plenty of time to stress about it later.”His breath cooled across her skin as he leaned in and lightly brushed her neck with his lips. “Right now, you’re on my lap.”His warmth enveloped her like a protective cocoon. The heat of his breath teased her skin before he began to trail soft, deliberate kisses along the curve of her throat.“Focus on me,” he whispered.Emmeline’s eyelids fluttered shut as her body surrendered to his touch. She felt a chill when his lips touched her neck lightly. She automatically cocked her head to the side, granting him more access.Her pulse quickened, each beat echoing the growing desire within her.“Let me have
Zavian’s hand slid away from her, leaving a trail of warmth that lingered on Emmeline’s skin. His darkened eyes roamed boldly over her naked body, unhurried and unapologetic as though he were memorizing every curve, every inch of her.His gaze wasn’t just hungry—it was reverent like she was something sacred. “I long to sanctify every part of you. And I know your body craves my touch just as much as I crave yours.”A teasing smile tugged at the corners of Emmeline’s lips.Her eyes flicked downward, deliberately lingering on the prominent evidence of his desire.“I see your body misses me too.” Her fingers danced lightly over his chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles. She let her nails graze his skin while savoring the way his stomach tightened instinctively in response.“Maybe it’s fair to be discreet,” she continued with amusement. “Your body always betrays you, Zavian. I suppose I’ll just have to learn to read you this way.”Before she could go further, his hand shot out, gripping
Emmeline’s breath hitched. She pulled back slightly to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “You want us to take a bath together?”The idea sent a jolt of excitement through her, and she felt her body respond immediately. Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away.“I’d like that,” she admitted. “Let’s take a bath together.”Zavian didn’t hesitate. He stood up effortlessly, lifting her in his arms as if she weighed nothing.Emmeline instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her heart raced as he carried her toward the stairs behind the bar.“You’re a very patient man,” she commented, tracing the line of his jaw.Zavian glanced down at her with one eyebrow arching. “What made you come to that conclusion?”“Most men wouldn’t be able to resist their desires. They’d let their bodies take control, but you… you always put me first. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.”Zavian’s expression softened. His gaze lingered on her face as he descende