The Billionaire's Sinful Affair (Book 2)
His mouth moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone, her shoulder, anywhere he could reach.
Each kiss was a brand, a promise, and a reminder of who she belonged to.
Emmeline was already lost in sensation, her body melting into the mattress and responding to his touch with shameless eagerness.
Every nerve ending was on fire, every slide of his calloused hands sending sparks of electricity straight to her core.
"Ah, Zavian," she breathed his name, her hips unconsciously tilting upward.
"I'm here," Zavian grunted, grinding his hips down hard, making her cry out. "I'm here, baby."
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