Zavian’s free hand quickly unfastened the front of his trousers, pushing them down just far enough for his thick, heavy member to spring free.Emmeline heard the unmistakable sound and whimpered softly, glancing over her shoulder at him with eyes gone wide in fear."M-Mr. Blackthorn..." she stammered shakily, her voice trailing off as she took in the sight of his impressive c0ck, flushed and jutting proudly.Emmeline lost all ability to speak.Zavian felt her fear wash over him like waves crashing against a rocky shore. It wasn't an unexpected reaction given how intimidating he knew himself to be.Even among his kind, he was considered extremely large - monstrously so.He knew how daunting it must seem to others - especially frail human females like Emmeline… well aware of how that thing was moments away from invading their inner walls, stretching them beyond what they thought possible.Zavian stroked her with his finger in a slow, torturous circular motion.A shudder ran through Emme
Emmeline’s upper body was suddenly pushed down with bruising force, bending her over fully as though his last restraint finally snapped.Her cheek pressed against the cool wood of the table and his thick, pulsating c0ck, slick with her essence, nestled between the cheeks of her ass in a deliciously obscene way."The very first thing I thought when I saw you swaying those wicked hips to provoke me was to bend your luscious body over this billiard table and plunder every inch of you until you were a mindless, whimpering mess," Zavian murmured darkly.Fear shot through Emmeline at the thought of being impaled on his monstrous member. His tone and stance right now spelled danger.She wanted him to take her just as much as she knew he desired her. But he was just too huge. The sight of him terrified her the first time she saw it, and it still does. Even more so when he was only an inch from breaching her opening."M-Mr. Blackthorn. It's so huge...please, I don't think I can take it. Don't
[WARNING: SOME PARAGRAPHS CONTAIN AN@L INTERCOURSE]"Because I’ll hurt you. Real bad," Zavian replied, his tone exasperated yet filled with intensity. However, it would be a miracle if the woman beneath him heard any of that, lost as she was in the overwhelming sensations and the magnetic pull of his presence.Emmeline flexed her fist on the table tightly and squeezed her eyelids shut so hard she saw stars burst behind them.The coil of mounting pleasure in her core was winding tighter and tighter, about to reach the breaking point."I'm about to reach my orgasm, don't stop stroking me, Zavian!" she cried out in a broken, breathless whimper and a voice cracking with desperation.Zavian obliged, stretching his whole large hand over her drenched, throbbing femininity.He moved his palm rapidly left and right at full speed, the heel of his hand providing delicious friction against her swollen nub. At the same time, his thick middle finger remained buried knuckle-deep in her clenching, ve
"Come on, let's get you home," Zavian murmured huskily against Emmeline's kiss-swollen lips before reluctantly pulling away and standing up straight.His body was still thrumming with unfulfilled desire after their heated makeout session that had pushed both of them to the edge of reason.The drive back was thick with silence and the lingering scent of their forbidden activities.Emmeline stared unseeingly out the window, her cheeks still flushed and her lips swollen from Zavian's passionate kisses and fervent caresses.She could still feel the ghostly imprint of his hands roaming over her body, igniting flames of pleasure everywhere they touched and the feel of him for the short moment he was buried inside her. He was thick, warm, excruciating yet deliciously painful.When they finally arrived at her home, she found her husband Richard passed out in a drunken stupor on the living room couch as usual, surrounded by empty beer cans and bottles.Emmeline went straight to the bathroom, s
~The next day~Emmeline went to work for her usual afternoon shift at her upscale restaurant downtown. But every corner only served as an inescapable reminder of her sinful trysts with Zavian last night.Her body thrummed with memories of his touch at the most inopportune moments, making it nearly impossible to focus on her tasks."Earth to Emmeline!" Noel’s voice broke through her daze as he set down a tray of dirty plates with a clatter. "Where's your head at today? You're moving like you're wading through molasses."Emmeline was startled, her cheeks flushing. "Sorry, just...didn't get much sleep last night," she mumbled, quickly gathering up her composure.The rest of her shift passed excruciatingly slowly, the minutes dragging by with agonizing sluggishness as she struggled to keep her mind from drifting to Zavian.When Emmeline finally arrived home that evening, she found Richard sitting hunched on the couch in the living room, surrounded by numerous empty beer bottles and crushe
Suddenly, a violent pounding on the front door made them both start."Emmeline! What's going on in there? Open this door right now!" Minnie's panicked voice rang from outside the door.A surge of hope flooded Emmeline's battered body."Richard, open this door immediately or I'm calling the police!" Minnie yelled once more.Richard paused in his brutal assault, glaring up at the door with displeasure etched on his features."What the hell is this inconvenience? Can't a man discipline his own wife without being interrupted by busybodies?" he snarled under his breath, setting his sights back on the cowering form of Emmeline and pressed his index finger to his lips in a threatening gesture."Not a sound out of you. I don't want to hear your voice. I'll send the interloper away and then come back to finish with you," he warned in a low, menacing tone.However, the pounding on the door grew so forceful followed by the frantic ringing of the bell over and over."I'll give you three seconds t
Zavian reached out and gently gripped her arm between his fingers, his touch incredibly light against her battered skin. "Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?" he asked gruffly.Emmeline gave a small nod. She slowly rose to her feet with his assistance, their eyes meeting for a heated moment.She felt like she could stare into the depths of his intense gaze for an eternity without ever growing bored."Thank you, Mr. Blackthorn," came her soft murmur.Zavian's eyes roved almost hysterically over Emmeline's battered features and he gnashed his teeth so hard that his powerful jaws nearly cracked.The blinding fury coursing through his veins right now could only be sated after he made the worthless jerk who hurt her pay severely. Every protective instinct in his body was howling at him to avenge this innocent woman's pain and suffering.But damn it all to hell, he couldn't do a thing about it. As much as it killed him, he wasn't allowed to directly interfere in Emmeline's human li
Emmeline found herself being escorted back to the Blackthorn estate before she knew it.Yuna turned to face her with a sympathetic look as they entered the grand hallway. "I'm sure you haven't had anything to eat yet. The dinner table is still set if you're hungry. We could all go sit in the living room together. You're welcome to join us too, Minnie."Emmeline shook her head slowly, her battered face a mask of physical and mental exhaustion. "No, thank you Yuna. I don't have any appetite to eat a thing right now. I just...need to rest."Yuna gave her an understanding nod. "Alright then, I'll show you to the guest room you can stay in."She led the way up the sweeping staircase to the second floor, with Emmeline shuffling slowly behind her, still leaning heavily on Minnie for support."Maybe you should have reported that bastard's assault to the police, so he wouldn't dare try to pull that shit again in the future," Minnie spoke up again, sounding irritated.Emmeline's eyes went wide w
Emmeline's appetite vanished instantly, replaced by a knot of anxiety that settled in the pit of her stomach.She carefully set down her utensils, the soft clink against porcelain sounding unnaturally loud in the sudden tension."Bad news?" Emmeline asked hesitantly. She searched his face for clues, finding his expression uncharacteristically difficult to read.Zavian's gaze dropped to their joined hands and his fingers tightened slightly around hers.The gentle pressure felt both reassuring and concerning, like a doctor holding a patient's hand before delivering difficult news."I won't be presiding over your assault hearing," Zavian stated quietly, brushing over her knuckles in small, soothing circles.The words hit Emmeline, knocking the air from her lungs. Her heart seemed to stutter in her chest before resuming at double speed.The kitchen suddenly felt colder despite the heating."What?" She whispered, trembling with disbelief and the first stirrings of panic. "But you promised..
Emmeline's brows furrowed slightly in confusion, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.Zavian's expression softened immediately, and he offered her a gentle smile that eased her momentary worry."Not the kind of promise you're thinking, little one," he murmured, reaching up to brush a wayward strand of hair from her face with unexpected tenderness.The casual intimacy of the gesture contrasted with the intensity of moments before."I meant what I said," Zavian stated. "I'll stay out of your way until you get your damned divorce. No surprises, no complications."Emmeline exhaled. The tension that had been building in her shoulders eased slightly. However, her brows quickly drew together as she fixed him with a pointed look."You scared me," her voice carried a hint of reproach despite the lingering breathlessness.Zavian's lips twitched into a mischievous smirk. Without warning, he reached out and lightly pinched the tip of her nose between his thumb and index finger."Are you
Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting golden patterns across the empty space beside Emmeline the next morning.She blinked awake slowly and her hand reached out to touch the cool sheets where Zavian had been.The bed felt strangely empty without his presence.Emmeline stretched languidly. Her arms extended above her head as she arched her back like a contented cat. The silky fabric of her oversized shirt slid against her skin—a pleasant sensation that made her smile despite the momentary disappointment of waking alone.A tantalizing aroma drifted through the partially open door—something buttery and savory that made her stomach rumble in anticipation.Emmeline slipped from beneath the warm cocoon of blankets and her bare feet met the cool floor with a slight shiver.She padded toward the door, pausing only to run her fingers through her sleep-tousled hair.The staircase whispered softly beneath her feet as she descended, following the increasingly enticing scent. Morni
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