Chapter 417

Zavian brought his lips to her ear, the slight stubble on his jaw scratching deliciously across her cheek.

The sensation sent a cascade of tingles down her spine, making her breath catch in her throat.

His fangs elongated as his control slipped, a physical manifestation of the hunger he felt for her.

Emmeline shuddered when she felt them skim the quivering place on her neck where her pulse raced just beneath the surface, prepared to sink into her skin.

The promise of that exquisite pain-pleasure made her fingers curl on his chest, bunching the fine fabric of his suit.

“Not today, minx.” The words sounded pained as if they cost Zavian greatly to say.

His voice was rougher than usual, strained with the effort of restraint while his breath came hot against her skin, and she could feel the tension in every line of his body as he held himself back.

With that, he withdrew from her, though his hands lingered at her waist for one heartbeat longer as