All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sinful Affair (Book 2): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Zavian." Eva called out just before his figure disappeared down the corridor.He paused, his silver hair gleaming in the dim light, but didn't turn back.Eva didn't mind. She closed the distance between them, stretching out her hand. On her palm rested a golden necklace of breathtaking craftsmanship.The piece was exquisite beyond mortal artistry. Delicate chains of pure gold wove together in an intricate pattern. At its center hung a pendant shaped like a blooming lotus, each petal carved from translucent crystal that held swirling galaxies of silver and blue within its depths.She moved to stand directly in front of him, holding the necklace up."Make Emmeline wear this." Eva said. "Or you can change its form if you prefer. A ring, perhaps. A bracelet. Whatever suits her best."Zavian slowly tilted his head. The moment his gaze fell upon the necklace, he went completely still.His eyes widened, not with appreciation for its beauty, but with stark alarm at the overwhelming power rad

The kiss was softer this time, but no less intense as he poured all his love, pride, and desperate need into the connection between them."I need you," Zavian grunted against her lips. "I've been holding back for so long, trying to be gentle, trying to give you time to adjust. But seeing you here, knowing you're mine, that nothing can take you from me again..."His voice trailed off, but the desperate need that'd been building since the moment she walked back into his life was tangible."I know," Emmeline whispered breathlessly, sliding her hands down to rest on his chest.Her fingers traced patterns on his shirt, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. "You don't have to hold back with me, Zavian. I trust you. Completely."A hunger so dark flashed in Zavian’s eyes at her words.His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel every inch of his solid body pressed against hers.“I’ve been dreaming about this moment, aching for you, going half-mad

Emmeline's mouth parted on a soundless cry, tears pooling in her eyes from the overwhelming sensation as Zavian continued his journey downward, kissing and nipping at her entire body.He mapped her ribs, her quivering stomach, the ultra-sensitive skin of her hip bones.Each touch was purposeful, building a heavy, throbbing anticipation with every inch he descended.He took his time savoring every gasp, every tremor and every soft sound she made.His mouth traced wet patterns across her skin that made her arch and writhe, desperately seeking more contact."You taste like heaven." Zavian's breath was hot against her stomach. "Sweet and completely mine."Emmeline's breathing grew more erratic, her entire body tensing with expectation.She knew exactly where he was going, and her body remembered the devastating pleasure he could make her feel."Zavian, please." Emmeline whimpered, lifting her hips involuntarily off the mattress."Please what?" Zavian looked up at her from between her thig

Zavian materialized outside Eva's private quarters.His hands clenched tightly enough to drive his own nails through his skin, sending dark crimson drops of blood welling in his palms to drip onto the marble floor.The heavy oak door swung open before his bleeding knuckles could even strike the wood.Eva stood in the threshold, the deep lines of worry etching her face betraying a completely fractured composure."Come in, quickly."Zavian stepped inside.A girl stood perfectly still by the far window, her small, childlike frame and straight curtain of brunette hair making her look no older than eighteen.The Seer.The moment Zavian's suffocating presence filled the room, the girl's body snapped completely rigid.Her head tilted back at a sickening, unnatural angle, spine arching as if an invisible hook had caught her by the sternum and pulled her upward.She turned to face him with eyes completely devoid of irises or pupils, revealing an endless expanse of milky luminescence that saw a

The dining hall was a masterpiece of both ancient and modern architecture that radiated suffocating, hostile energy.Eva was seated at the head of the massive table. Her perfect posture and stern, unreadable expression radiated absolute authority.She wore a gown of deep burgundy that made her look every inch the ancient queen she was. Her silver-blonde hair was swept up in an elaborate crown of braids, and her deep blue eyes tracked Emmeline's entrance with sharp, calculating assessment.Nyx move to Eva's left, seamlessly occupying one of the seats of honor that spoke volumes of her status within the royal household.The placement was not lost on Emmeline. Nyx sat where family sat. She was positioned not among the guards along the wall, but at the table itself as a physical manifestation of the throne's power.Around the table sat the apex predators of the supernatural world. Vampires, werewolfs, faes, and witches all turned their collective, crushing attention toward the fragile hum