Chapter 441

Emmeline’s thighs trembled at the pleasure his teasing strokes sent skittering through her nerves. She clung to him with her nails biting into his skin as a flush spread across her chest.

“I remember every time you denied yourself,” she whispered breathlessly, “Every time you stopped before pushing inside me. You protected me, even from yourself.”

Her voice was filled with unspoken devotion. “That was enough,” she continued, shaking with need, “To make me want to give you my body as a reward.”

Zavian exhaled sharply. Then he pushed forward until his thick length breached her just enough to make her whimper.

“I want to open beneath you, Mr. Blackthorn,” Emmeline breathed.

Zavian’s fingers dug into the sheets, veins straining against the skin of his forearms as he fought to keep from burying himself inside her all at o

nce. The need to claim, to possess, to mark every inch of her was overwhelming.

“Fuck!” he ground out through gritted teeth.