Chapter 230

Zavian’s long fingers threaded through her tousled tresses, uncaring if he ruined her intricate hairstyle in his single-minded need. “You’re not just any common bitch, but a tempting little devil, sent to torment me.” he rumbled darkly.

Emmeline grinned wickedly. Slipping her hand through the open vee of his zipper, she grasped his thick, velvety shaft in her soft grip, giving him an experimental stroke that elicited a rough grunt of pleasure from his sealed lips. “Well then, you need a demon to enter the hell you so desperately crave, Zavian.”

Zavian’s brow arched proudly at her playing along with his dirty talk. He loved it when she embraced her wanton side and matched his filthy words. “Then I want my little devil to hurry it up a bit. My patience is wearing perilously thin.”

She eased his staggering length out of its confines without taking off his pants completely, lowering her heavy-lidded eyes to his bare waist. - she could work with him like this.

Emm