Chapter 97

Emmeline let him slowly peel away her last stitch of clothing, stepping out of the scrap of lace when it pooled at her feet, leaving her completely and utterly bare before him.

She stared at the wall with burning cheeks, keenly aware of her bare ass in his direct line of sight, of the most intimate parts of her body on full display.

“As exquisite as a Greek statue of the goddess of beauty herself,” Zavian murmured in hushed appreciation. “Carved of creamy marble, begging to be worshipped and adored as the perfection you are.”

When he knelt down behind her, the fabric of his pants brushing against her calves, Emmeline couldn’t stop the tremor of trepidation and excitement that coursed through her body.

“I feel so ashamed, being naked in front of you like this,” she whispered, unable to meet his eyes for fear of what she might find burning in their depths. “Your staring at me, drinking in every inch of my body, only makes me more flustered and confused. Please,