Chapter 122

Zavian sighed before kissed the pad of her finger.

Emmeline’s heart stutter. She trailed her hand down to his chin, then the column of his neck, following the path with a smoldering gaze. “Let’s forget that unfortunate day.”

Her wandering hands finally settled on his heaving chest... his ragged breaths a reflection of the inner turmoil matching her own.

Zavian’s arm wound around her waist, hand stroking her thighs possessively. “I would ask you to forget every word, but I doubt you’ll be able to,” he said huskily. “I was so harsh with you.”

Emmeline’s attention was irresistibly drawn to the undulating motion of Zavian’s lips, their sensuous dance casting a spell over her senses.

His hand was a relentless artist, sculpting and kneading the soft curves of her body into his own masterpiece. The experience was intoxicating, leaving her mind clouded with a blend of arousal and longing.

“I can’t seem to get you out of my head, Mr. Blackthorn,” she confe