Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 105: Slow And Steady

Lilia was silent for a moment.

Her breath trembled slightly as she sat before him, her eyes locked on his length. Different thoughts raced through her mind—her heart beat so loudly it echoed in her ears. Slowly, she raised her hands as she gently wrapped them around his cock. Her touch was soft and ge tle.

Zethan’s heart rushed with warmth. His eyes immediately met hers, and when she looked up, their gazes locked.

Her lips parted slightly, but the words struggled to form. For a moment, it was as if the world slowed just for them, the air between them thick with something unspoken.

"I think..." she whispered, her voice so soft and quiet. "Like this."

Zethan’s lower lip rolled between his teeth, and he bit down gently, suppressing a groan. "Yes, Loris... just like that. You’re doind a great job sweetheart." His voice was low, almost reverent, like he was in awe of what was happening.

He hadn’t expected this—not from her. When she had opened her mouth to speak earlier, he had assumed she would decline, But this? This was different. This was brave. And somehow felt impossible, it made him surprised.

He gulped hard.

The excitement bubbling within her—sensual, yet addictive. She had no idea why, but she wanted to please him. This man, her husband, had been so gentle, so considerate with her.

He deserves the reward.

Zethan, most of all, was shocked. He couldn’t believe this...loris of his—the girl who barely met his eyes when they first did it—was now touching him so intimately, so earnestly. He didn’t know how to explain the warmth in his chest.

And whatever she was doing now—this bold step—he hadn’t expected it, not even in his wildest dreams and imagination.

Lilia shifted slightly, her expression filled with concentration. Then, without a word, she slowly leaned.

Zethan’s hands instinctively moved to brush his hair back—once, then again—his fingers tense with restraint. Every muscle in his body screamed for control, resisting the powerful urge to grab her by the hair and pull her in. But he held himself back. As he needed to take things slow and steady.

Her movements were slow.

If Lilia hadn’t told him earlier that she wanted to reward him today, he might have mistaken her pacing for teasing. But he knew better. This wasn’t teasing. This was a discovery.

She simply stared at his length, her eyes wide, studying him like a mystery she was eager to solve. Her lips parted slightly more, this time in awe. And to Zethan’s surprise, her other hand moved as well—slow, deliberate—tracing the surface of his cock with featherlight fingers.

The touch was so soft it was nearly ticklish, like the flutter of a butterfly wing. But that didn’t take away from the heat. No—if anything, it made it worse.

Her fingers moved with curiosity, like she was trying to memorize the shape of him. To understand. To learn him, the way one studies something sacred. Each movement of her hand was tentative, as though she wasn’t just touching flesh, but discovering a piece of his soul.

Her fingertip glided upward, brushing over the sensitive tip. She circled it gently, watching him with unblinking eyes.

Zethan’s breath hitched, his head falling back slightly. The sensation, her gaze, her innocent look—it was all too much.

When he glanced back down at her, his voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Yes, baby... just like that. I’ll guide you."

There was wonder in his tone, a tender awe laced with disbelief. She was really doing this. She was really here—sitting before him, exploring him with such quiet grace.

And then, finally, she leaned forward and opened her mouth again.

Zethan’s eyes widened, his chest tightening as her lips closed around him. Warmth enveloped him, sending a shiver down his spine that threatened to unravel him entirely. But Lilia didn’t move right away.

Instead, she lifted her head slightly, the motion causing his length to follow instinctively, still caught in the heat of her lips. Her tongue flicked at the tip—slow, curious, like a little test. Then again—this time circling—teasing, deliberate, tasting him as if memorizing the flavor of his pleasure.

And through it all, her eyes never left his.

A small, subtle smile tugged at her lips, betraying her growing confidence. The more she watched his body react—the jerks of his hips, the way his jaw tensed, how his breathing hitched—the more she wanted to keep going. She wasn’t just doing this for him anymore.

She was loving it.

"Oh fuck, Lilia..." Zethan rasped, his voice raw with desire. "I haven’t even told you what to do... and you’re already exploring..."

Lilia pulled away slowly, her lips slightly swollen, her breath soft. Her hands circled around his cock once again, forming a light grip. Her gaze dropped to the tip with a glimmer of mischief dancing in her expression. She extended her tongue, flicking it gently between the space of her hands, teasing the sensitive head once more.

It twitched beneath her touch.

She smiled.

Still cradling him in her hands, she leaned forward again, letting him slide past her lips, slow and steady, never breaking eye contact. Her hands remained wrapped around his base, keeping her rhythm controlled. Her mouth took over, creating a warm, wet pressure that made Zethan’s hips twitch forward instinctively.

Lilia couldn’t understand why she couldn’t stop staring at him. Maybe it was how he reacted—the tension in his shoulders, the clenching of his jaw, how his head tilted back every time she did something right.

Maybe... it was because he looked beautiful like this.

So vulnerable. So undone. All because of her.

The more she watched him unravel, the more it stirred something deep within her—a sense of pride, of hunger, of wanting to see just how far she could take him. It gave her power. It made her feel alive.

"F-Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..." Zethan muttered, his voice a shaky, ragged mess of pleasure.

Lilia’s eyes widened. That was the first time she had ever heard him say that word so many times in a row. It sent a thrill through her, lighting her from the inside out.

"Lilia... now..." he gasped, his voice low and commanding, thick with need. "Take me in."

She nodded, immediately obeying. She mimicked what he had shown her earlier—eager, focused, full of intent.

She moved again, she opened her mouth and took him whole. Zethan groaned deeply, his hands moving to her hair, accidentally grazing him with her teeth.

Zethan hissed through clenched teeth. "Sss—!"

He stiffened, the sharp intake of breath slicing through the haze of pleasure.

Lilia pulled away instantly, her hands flying back in panic. Her eyes widened, lips parted in horror. "I—I’m sorry—did I—?"

Zethan’s brows furrowed—but not out of anger. It was surprise.

He looked down at her and reached out slowly, gently, guiding her up to her feet. His hand cupped her chin softly, thumb brushing her cheek.

"I know you didn’t mean to," he whispered. "It’s okay."

Her lips glistened slightly with his pre-cum—not a full release, but just enough to leave a shine behind. It caught his eye, and he couldn’t help it. A low, guttural curse slipped from his mouth.

"Damn, Lilia," he muttered, voice tight with restraint. "You look too temptingly seductive like that..."

And then—he kissed her.

Lilia gasped.

She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, not like this—not when her lips were still marked by the evidence of her act. But he didn’t hesitate.

Instead, he claimed her mouth as if it were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

She moaned into it.

The cum didn’t taste sweet like she thought. Just different. But somehow, that difference only pulled her deeper. It stirred a desire inside her that she didn’t even know she had. She clung to him, pressing her body against his as their lips moved in perfect sync—his urgency matching her need.

Zethan’s hands moved fast. Too fast.

He slipped the buttons of her shirt open with practiced ease, each flick of his fingers loosening the fabric until it slipped off her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. Lilia didn’t even realize what he was doing until the air kissed her skin.

Her pink bra now stood in full display, her chest rising and falling with every heated breath.

Zethan pulled back just enough to look at her—really look at her. His eyes dragged down her frame, slow and sexily, like he was memorizing every inch.

"You’re getting more and more naughty, wifey," he said, voice teasing but thick with hunger.

Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. She looked away for just a second, biting her lower lip.

He reached for his own buttons, undoing them quickly. In one smooth motion, he pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor. His torso—lean, defined, powerful—made her breath catch.

She couldn’t get enough of him.

And so—still riding the high of desire and courage—Lilia reached for the zip of her skirt. She pulled it down slowly, almost teasingly, then let it fall to the floor.

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She stepped forward, each movement deliberate. Zethan’s eyes never left her. His gaze burned across her skin.

He leaned in to kiss her.

But just before his lips met hers, Lilia’s fingers pressed against his mouth.

His body stilled, surprise flickering in his eyes. He said nothing.

Instead, she moved her hands slowly, wrapping them around his neck as she stared up into his eyes.

Then—quietly, yet with all the emotion she’d kept locked away—she asked:

"Zethan... do you love me?"