LOGINZavian's hands slid up to cover hers on the glass, intertwining their fingers as he whispered into her ear, "I'll destroy you so thoroughly you'll forget your own name."With that, he lowered his mouth to her neck and began a trail of fiery kisses that scorched her skin.His tongue found the two small, perfectly round scars from the night before—puncture wounds that had healed quickly thanks to the strange properties of his saliva yet remained as permanent brands.He licked over them with reverence, tracing the ridges, then bit down again harder, drawing a fresh bead of blood that welled before his saliva sealed the wound.The sensation was electric. Pain and pleasure intertwined, each bite a claim, each lick a promise that made Emmeline’s core clench with desperate need.Zavian pulled one hand away from hers and slid it between her trembling thighs, his finger tracing a deliberate, torturous path through her slick folds.He circled her clit, the touch feather-light and maddening, the
"Zavian, I meant what I said—I am sore," Emmeline reminded him, though her body was already responding to his proximity. "You need to be gentle with me.""I'll worship every inch of you," his voice dropped to a husky promise. "I'll make the soreness fade away. Trust me.""You always say that, then you lose control," Emmeline accused, tightening her arms around his neck."Then stop being so irresistible," Zavian countered, his eyes darkening with hunger.When they reached the bathroom threshold, he removed the blanket from his shoulders and it fell to the floor, revealing her naked body to his hungry eyes."I've imagined taking you in the bathroom since the first time I bathed you," Zavian pushed the blanket away with his feet and took her to the shower room, which was enclosed with glass walls."Even though I was so broken that day, I wanted you to take me in that bath. I was burning for you," Emmeline stroked his face with her fingertips, and her gaze roamed freely over his perfect f
Before they knew it, six months had passed and it was finally time to leave.When Emmeline opened her eyes this time, she was greeted by rays that flooded the room while Zavian was immersed in kissing and groping her body possessively.The golden light cast a warm glow across their intertwined bodies on the silk sheets.She let out a low whimper, expressing her annoyance that finally got the hungry man above her to release her mouth.They exchanged gazes, his eyes burning with desire. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, glistening with their shared saliva."Good morning, lazy one," his voice was husky with sleep and satisfaction, the deep timbre sending vibrations through her chest.Emmeline lifted her hand from his chest and rubbed her eyelids, exhausted from the night's activities.Her muscles ached in the most delicious way, reminders of their passionate encounters etched into every fiber of her being."Good morning, Zavian," her voice came out as a raspy whisper. Her throat was
The morning light filtered through the windows, casting golden patterns across the silk sheets.The rays danced across the petit silhouette sprawled across the massive bed, her body a canvas of purple bruises, red bite marks, and fading scratches that told the story of their relentless passion.Her breathing was deep and even, exhaustion finally claiming her after another night of Zavian's insatiable hunger. Even in sleep, her body remained curled in a protective position, as if trying to shield itself from further overwhelming pleasure.Her dark hair was a tangled mess across the pillow, still damp with sweat from their last encounter just hours before.She’d been woken up in the middle of the night and ravaged all over again. The man was insatiable.Zavian stirred beside her, his blue eyes opening to drink in the sight of his thoroughly claimed woman.She was breathtaking. Her skin glowed with a luminescence that seemed to come from within, her lips swollen and parted from his kisse
Sweat glistened on Zavian’s skin, making the defined muscles of his torso gleam in the dim light like polished bronze.Emmeline had no clue about the war her man was fighting internally. She only saw the relaxed expression on his face, the way satisfaction had smoothed away the usual tension he carried.The hard lines around his mouth had softened, his eyes had lost their predatory edge, and for once he looked almost peaceful.Now he was lying next to her, thoroughly exhausted from their lovemaking."You were amazing, baby." Zavian's voice was rough with emotion, thick with things he couldn't quite put into words.She placed her head on his chest as he covered them both with the blanket, cocooning them in warmth and intimacy.The soft fabric felt cool on her overheated skin, a welcome contrast to the fire still burning inside her."You were amazing too, Mr. Blackthorn." Emmeline raised her head slightly to look at him, her eyes shining with adoration.Their eyes met with lingering des
Zavian made her sit on his lap while his back rested against the headboard. Her hands curled around his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist.The change in position sent his cock even deeper inside her, making her cry out."This is the lotus flower." Zavian informed her in a voice rough with desire.With that, he took control of their sultry dance, gripping her hips and guiding her movements.The new angle allowed him to thrust up into her while pulling her down simultaneously, creating a friction that had them both gasping for air.Their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling as they moved in perfect synchronization.The intimacy of the position was overwhelming. They were face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and heart-to-heart."Look at me," Zavian commanded softly. "I want to see your eyes when you come apart for me."Emmeline forced her eyes open, meeting his intense gaze.The connection between them was electric, binding them together in a way that transcended the physic
Emmeline's name had never sounded like that before. On the lips of parishioners or the convent superiors, it was always formal and entirely professional. But on his lips, it sounded like a dark, desperate prayer.She shivered as her treacherous body betrayed her once again.His voice carried the eas
The world came back to Emmeline in fragments.First, there was warmth seeping into her bones, melting into places inside her that'd always felt faintly numb. It felt like coming home after wandering alone for a lifetime. Then came the scent. It was dark, masculine, and wholly unfamiliar. It was the
Zavian was beyond livid. A nun. His Emmeline, the woman who'd burned in his arms with a passion that set his very soul on fire, had become a nun. The woman who'd once surrendered everything for love had instead surrendered everything to God.He could barely contain the manic laughter bubbling up fr
The temperature in the cathedral plummeted further as the dark stranger advanced down the center aisle.Several congregation members succumbed to their terror and fainted outright, while others began to pray frantically."Hail Mary, full of grace." Whispered words tumbled over each other in despera







