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
A week had passed since their sinful encounter on the golf course - an event that still lingered in Emmeline's mind. She dreaded facing Yuna after what had transpired between them.Saturday arrived swiftly and by evening, Emmeline found herself at the restaurant alone. Above its entrance hung a broad sign bearing its name in French: Divin – sacred. Everything served here was divine indeed.The restaurant had an elegant charm despite its considerable size; the earthy-colored walls gave it a classic look while caramel-hued table covers added warmth. To one side stood a bar for drinks adjacent to which was a billiard table.At eight o'clock sharp, Yasmin, one of the waitresses, entered the kitchen where Emmeline was engrossed in baking cake with a white apron tied around her waist."The Kims and Blackthorns have arrived," Yasmin announced breathlessly as if delivering news that would change the course of history. "As instructed by you, I've led them to the center table."Emmeline acknowl
“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