Chapter 129

Emmeline complied willingly, slipping his thumb between her lips and coating it generously with saliva.

She teased him by occasionally flicking it with the tip of her tongue as if it were another part of him altogether.

The sight of him losing control was intoxicating to Emmeline. After what felt like an eternity, she released his thumb from its warm prison and whispered, “I love seeing you lose control because of me.”

Her words seemed to ignite something within Zavian because suddenly he reminded her about the finger still buried inside of her by rubbing against the sensitive spot that made stars burst behind her closed eyelids.

Emmeline groaned in surprise, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

“Naughty,” he chuckled, watching her struggle to catch her breath. “I’m not someone you can play with without expecting payback.”

Emmeline hid her flushed face against the crook of his neck, letting out a shaky sigh. “Hurry up, Mr. Blackthorn,