Chapter 125

Emmeline’s eyelids fluttered in surprise. However, her intentions to speak halted abruptly when Zavian slid an ice cube between the valley of her breasts.

A gasp escaped her lips at the sharp sting of cold against her heated skin.

The cube moved gently across her flesh, leaving a trail of icy wetness behind.

Zavian watched, mesmerized by the goosebumps that sprang up on Emmeline’s skin under his touch.

He hadn’t expected the sight to be so enticing. As he rubbed the ice over one hardened nipple, she drew in a sharp breath trying to stifle any sounds that threatened to escape.

“Mr. Blackthorn,” Emmeline murmured, curling her fingers into the sheets beneath them. “You never fail to find unique ways to elicit pleasure from me.” Her body heat was intensifying, making the chill from the ice less noticeable.

Zavian left the tormented nipple glistening with meltwater before moving to the other, observing how Emmeline’s eyelids began to droop with pleasur