Chapter 90

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Zavian murmured huskily against Emmeline’s kiss-swollen lips before reluctantly pulling away and standing up straight.

His body was still thrumming with unfulfilled desire after their heated makeout session that had pushed both of them to the edge of reason.

The drive back was thick with silence and the lingering scent of their forbidden activities.

Emmeline stared unseeingly out the window, her cheeks still flushed and her lips swollen from Zavian’s passionate kisses and fervent caresses.

She could still feel the ghostly imprint of his hands roaming over her body, igniting flames of pleasure everywhere they touched and the feel of him for the short moment he was buried inside her. He was thick, warm, excruciating yet deliciously painful.

When they finally arrived at her home, she found her husband Richard passed out in a drunken stupor on the living room couch as usual, surrounded by empty beer cans and bottles.

Emm