Chapter 416

A smile curved Zavian’s lips before he suddenly drew her finger into his mouth.

Warm wetness enveloped her digit as his tongue swirled around it to remove the cream with slowness that made Emmeline’s breath catch.

The sensation was innocent and erotic all at once, sending heat pooling low in her belly.

The kitchen seemed to grow several degrees warmer in an instant.

“Zavian!” The sound escaped Emmeline, breathless and shocked.

Her free hand fluttered to her collarbone, resting there as if to calm her suddenly racing heart.

“What are you doing?” she protested weakly, knowing exactly what he was doing and why.

Her voice had lost its earlier conviction, becoming soft and uncertain. “W-we need to finish the cake. People will be here soon.”

The reminder of their impending guests seemed distant and unimportant compared to the heat of his mouth around her finger.

Zavian ignored her half-hearted objections, clearly enjoying how she melte