تسجيل الدخولOf course, Zavian wouldn't be Zavian if he couldn't read her thoughts.He watched her keenly, tracking the trembling of her fingers as she reached for the towel tucked at his hip, fumbling slightly in her nervous eagerness.He lifted his hips to help her unwrap it. The movement caused his cock to spring free, thick and heavy, already glistening with need."Emmeline!" Zavian's voice came out strangled, barely human.He was hanging by a thread, and the thought of her warm mouth wrapping around him threatened to snap what little control he had left.Emmeline was even more determined to do exactly that. She leaned down until her lips hovered just above the head of his cock.She could feel the heat radiating from him, could smell his masculine, musky, intoxicating scent.The first touch of her tongue was tentative, experimental.She licked the drop of moisture from the tip, tasting him for the first time in this life.He was musky and she found herself craving more.The sound that tore fro
Zavian’s hands shifted, sliding his fingers upward to frame her heat.With agonizing slowness, his index and middle fingers began to trace small, rhythmic circles around the perimeter of her swollen clitoris.He didn't touch the peak itself but teased the hypersensitive skin surrounding it, creating a mounting pressure that made Emmeline whimper in frustration.Just as she began to thrust her hips forward to close the gap, he plunged his tongue deep inside her once more… a sudden, authoritative stroke that hit her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy.Emmeline’s breath hitched, her lungs seizing as the dual sensation of his fingers circling her clit and his tongue invading her depths sent a violent shudder through her frame.She looked down, her vision blurred by tears of pleasure, and found his dilated eyes locked onto hers, watching her unravel.His gaze was commanding and fierce, demanding that she feel every single vibration of his tongue.The intensity of his stare felt like a physical
Emmeline shook with the force of her release, her muscles twitching in the afterglow of a peak that had left her breathless.Zavian held her tightly against the cool tiles of the shower, his fingers gentling their pace as she came down from the height of her pleasure.He didn't pull away immediately; instead, he let his fingertips linger, stroking the swollen, sensitive folds of her core with a tenderness that made her whimper.He pressed soft, lingering kisses to her breasts, her collarbone, and the pulsing vein of her throat, murmuring praise against her damp skin.When Emmeline finally went limp in his arms, her breathing ragged and eyes half-closed, he carefully withdrew his hand.The fever flush had faded from her cheeks, replaced by the healthy glow of satisfied desire, though the desperate edge of her heat remained, simmering just beneath the surface."Better?" Zavian asked softly, stroking her cheek.Emmeline nodded weakly, her voice a mere breath. "So much better... but you…
Emmeline lay curled on her side, trembling violently. Her hair was a disheveled mess, damp with sweat and clinging to her flushed face and neck.The simple nightgown twisted around her curves was soaked through, nearly transparent.Her skin glistened with a sheen of moisture that spoke of days spent in feverish torment. She looked like she was dying.“Aida!” Zavian’s roar shook the castle to its foundations.The very air seemed to crack under the weight of his rage, and the door burst open within seconds.Aida rushed in, exhaustion written in every line of her body.Dark circles shadowed her eyes, and her usually immaculate appearance was disheveled, as though she had been running herself ragged.“Your Majesty, I—”“Explain.” The single word was spoken with such deadly calm it was more terrifying than his roar. “I entrusted you with one task. Keep her safe. Keep her protected. And I return to find her suffering like this?”His eyes flashed with violence. “Give me one reason I shouldn’
"I'm done here." Zavian's voice cut through Killian's ongoing commentary.His patience had worn dangerously thin.Every second that passed felt like an eternity. An hour had already elapsed since he'd left Emmeline alone in his realm, and the weight of that absence made him edgy.Something felt wrong.The moment he'd arrived at the Ravencrest estate, he'd sensed a strange distortion in the air—a thickness to time itself that set him on edge.Valebridge was part of the human world, yes. But this estate, this portion of land belonging to the royal Ravencrest family, existed in a pocket separate from normal reality.Time moved differently here. He could feel it in his bones.In his realm, time flowed at a specific rate. One day in the human world equaled one year in his domain. It was a constant, a rule he'd learned to navigate over centuries.Here? He had no idea how time passed. No frame of reference. No way to calculate how long Emmeline had been waiting.What if hours here meant days
"Zephyr?" Eva's voice was barely a whisper.The being with black wings turned, and those amber eyes, so achingly familiar, so impossible, met hers across the devastation."Hello, Evalorae."Just then, "Aperire viam inter mundos!" Isolde's voice rang out, eerie and ominous.The air before her began to shimmer as though reality itself buckled and folded in on itself.The witches surrounding her raised their palms toward the growing portal, feeding it power.Their eyes had rolled back, showing only whites as they channeled everything they had into maintaining the spell."A soul binding spell. One that requires an exchange of souls to cross through." Eva muttered through gritted teeth. "It's no surprise that someone reeking of such disgusting darkness would resort to using such despicable means against their enemy."The sudden spell shielded Kumar from being torn apart by Aetherion, creating an unbreakable barrier that forced both sides to separate.Kumar was quick to shift back, giving b
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







