Chapter 238

“As if I was created solely for your pleasure,” Emmeline drawled, “Destined to soothe the ache only I can relieve.”

“Fuck!” Zavian’s growl echoed in his chest like distant thunder, losing his patience.

His palm cradled the back of her head and tunneled his fingers through her hair as he hauled her mouth to his in a deeper kiss.

Their lips collided with bruising force, melding together in a heated clash of tongues and teeth and ragged gasps for air.

Emmeline clung to him like a lifeline, her nails scoring his biceps through the heavy wool of his coat when his tongue delved deeper - twining with hers in a filthy, carnal dance.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, their harsh pants and muffled moans the only sounds penetrating the hazy, lust-drenched fog clouding Emmeline’s senses.

When they finally wrenched apart, both were flushed and panting... their lips swollen and slick with a sheen of mixed saliva.

Zavian’s eyes were hooded pools of hunger