Chapter 437

Zavian resumed his attentions on her body, drawing out soft moans and gasps from her with every touch. His lips trailed down to her stomach while his hands explored further, relishing in the feel of her beneath him.

“I bet you missed me,” he teased lightly, tracing patterns along the inside of her thighs. Then lips descended on her stomach in a series of explosive kisses, each one igniting her skin like wildfire.

Emmeline writhed on the sheets, her body arching in rhythm with the feverish hunger that pulsed between them.

“So small and soft.” His breath caressed her skin. “You always try to disappear beneath me whenever I mount you.”

His head drifted lower, slipping from her grasp, but her fingers remained tangled in his hair, refusing to let him go.

Was that a compliment or an insult? The thought flickered through Emmeline’s mind, but before she could dwell on it, Zavian lifted his head, and their tired, passion-drunk gazes met.

“A slim woman with