Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 98

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Heat Beneath the Water**

Enuna turned around, her heart racing as she caught sight of Edric’s flushed face, a mask of restraint and barely contained desire. Taking a moment to steady herself, she inhaled deeply, the scent of warm water and soap mingling in the air, and then leaned in, pressing her soft lips against his.

At first, Edric was frozen in place, as if time itself had paused. But soon, as if a dam had burst within him, his hands encircled her waist, pulling her closer with a fierce longing that sent shivers down her spine. His rough, calloused palms roamed over her body, igniting a fire within her, yet he held back, trembling on the precipice of losing control.

As the moment stretched on, Emma began to feel the strain of their position. She pushed gently against him, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Edric, this angle isn’t working. Why don’t we… take it to the bed?” she suggested, her voice low and inviting.

She had always embraced intimacy, never one to shy away from what she desired. But Edric’s response was immediate and firm, a stark contrast to the heat between them.

“No, Emma.” His voice was thick with emotion, his arms tightening around her as he battled the primal hunger that threatened to consume him. “Right now… I’ll hurt you.”

With that, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing deeply—once, twice, three times—before finally releasing her, as if letting go of a fragile thread. “Give me a moment. I just need to calm down.”

Understanding the storm raging inside him, Emma chose not to press further. Instead, she carefully climbed out of the tub, wrapping herself in a soft towel, and stepped away. If she lingered, she knew Edric would never find his calm.

Soon, muffled sounds echoed from the bathroom—strained breaths and stifled groans that were impossible to ignore. Emma felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she hurriedly slipped into fresh clothes, her heart racing. She had promised Corvin earlier that she would provide him with mental comfort, and she couldn’t let him down.

When she arrived, she found Corvin engrossed in his work, surrounded by a chaotic pile of metal parts, his brow furrowed in concentration. Beside him, Coalball was squirming, clearly unhappy with his predicament.

“Coalball, don’t move! I need to measure precisely,” Corvin admonished, frustration creeping into his voice. “You’re too fat! Your wings and the fake ones Edric made can’t possibly lift you. I’m crafting you mechanical wings that will let you fly! Anywhere you want. Just a few thousand miles, and it will only cost one Rank 1 beast core.”

Let me go! Coalball chirped, twisting in annoyance. He was nearly healed and didn’t need mechanical wings at all.

“Stop moving!” Corvin tapped the bird’s head lightly. “Move again, and I’ll pluck you bald.”

At last, Coalball fell silent, resigned to his fate.

With the door wide open, Emma stepped inside, her gaze falling on Corvin as he tinkered with the various parts. “Corvin, are you free? I came to give you mental comfort,” she asked, her voice filled with warmth.

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