Chapter 52

Emmeline had an incredibly vivid and salacious dream last night that left her feeling flushed and flustered.

The star of her X-rated reverie was none other than the devilishly handsome Mr. Blackthorn himself.

His skilled tongue was buried deep between her thighs, doing such sinful, delicious wonders to her body that had her writhing and whimpering in ecstasy.

She wished she could somehow strangle that annoyingly chipper little bird that loved to perch on the bedroom balcony and chirp incessantly, rudely interrupting her steamy fantasy.

She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, the way he had made her body sing with pleasure. It was as if he had known exactly what she needed, pushing her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.

Emmeline let out a frustrated sigh, wishing she could have lingered in that fantasy just a little longer.

It had been days since that night on the yacht with Zavian Blackthorn.

The memory was hazy, clouded by