Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 109: Only One

Lilia stepped out of the bathroom, her hair slightly damp—but not too damp. She had promised herself she wouldn’t act awkward or think about what she had searched up in the bathroom earlier.

Keeping her head low, she stepped forward. ’Oh please, Lilia, don’t act awkward. Please, Lilia, don’t act awkward. Please—’ Her internal chant repeated like a broken record.

’Raise your head and be normal.’

Then, she looked up—and froze.

Zethan was standing and just about to head toward the bathroom. She exhaled quietly, relieved he was going to shower like he usually did after she was done. But to her horror, he stopped right in front of her.

Her eyes widened. No. No. No. Not now.

Why now?

She slowly lifted her head, trying to look as normal as possible.

Zethan tilted her chin up, leaning in slightly, a teasing smile on his lips.

"Why are you so flushed?" he asked.

Lilia turned her head, forcing a response. "The water... hot water," she muttered.

Zethan chuckled and leaned in a bit more. Lilia tried to avoid his gaze, her heart practically racing. Then he spoke again, this time quieter.

"Your dress is on the bed."

She nodded stiffly.

Then—his thumb gently brushed over her lips before he straightened up, gave a slight nod, and walked away, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door shut, Lilia smacked her forehead with both palms—twice.

"Oh, Lilia, you just made things more awkward, didn’t you?" she groaned, flopping onto the bed and kicking her legs in frustration.

Her robe shifted aside, and she noticed the bed was now damp from her hair. "Oh my, my, my, my, my..." she muttered, sitting up with a deep flush across her cheeks.

And then it hit her again—Why did she even search that word—quickie?

Her brain was stuck on it now, and there was no going back.

It wasn’t even her fault. No, it was all Zethan’s fault—for saying those words, for making her feel this way.

Lilia walked over to the counter near the table to style her hair, trying to distract herself. Her gaze flicked back to the bed, where she finally noticed the gown that had been laid out.

A classic black gown.

Her eyes widened slightly. What kind of event were they even going to? The dress was stunning—elegant and bold, with a mermaid court silhouette. The design was intricate, the straps starting at the sides of the waist rather than the back. Small silver stones shimmered around the belly area, front and back. From the knee downward, the fabric shifted into a soft, see-through mesh with two neatly sewn slits on each side, flowing like a faint mist.

The sleeves were off-shoulder, yet extended into long, fitted sleeves that ended in gloves, adding a dramatic yet graceful flair. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Lilia turned back to the mirror and focused on her hair. She pulled it into a semi-sleek ponytail—not too polished—leaving a few soft curls to frame her face. She parted it to the side and curled the ends, then added a few silver pins to match the gown’s embellishments.

After moisturizing her skin, she applied a light touch of makeup—just light. A little powder, soft mascara, and a swipe of lip gloss on her naturally pink lips. That was more than enough. She finally stood up, walked toward the bed, and picked up the gown.

It was time to get dressed.

Stepping into the gown was easy. Figuring out the straps, however, was a completely different issue. They looped around the back and sides in a way that had her tangled and twisting in confusion. After what felt like forever, a familiar warmth approached her.

She felt Zethan’s hand gently move her hair over her shoulder as he spoke in a quiet voice.

"Let me do it, wife."

Her heart skipped. Her breath hitched. She bit down softly on her lower lip, trying to calm her nerves.

He began tying the straps with skilled hands, like he’d done it a hundred times before.

"Is it too tight?" he asked.

Lilia shook her head. "No." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

He continued, silent and precise.

Then, almost without thinking, she asked softly, "Am I the first person you’ve done this for?"

She wasn’t trying to start anything. She just... couldn’t help her curiosity. The way his hands moved, how effortless he made it seem—it made her wonder.

There was a moment of silence. Then Zethan answered, "No."

Lilia’s chest tightened for a second. At least he was honest. A pang of jealousy hit her, but she pushed it aside. There was silence again, the only sound being the gentle swish of the straps.

As he finished with the last strap, he turned her gently to face him—and that’s when she realized.

He was only wearing a towel.

Her gaze darted down and then immediately up. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing his chiseled frame and unmistakable V-line. Another towel hung loosely around his shoulders, clearly the one he’d used to dry his hair.

She flushed harder as her eyes moved to his toned eight abs.

Then, to her shock, he took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

"You’ll be the last and only one I’ll be doing this for. Sweetheart, this dress looks so stunning on my breathtaking wife," he murmured.

Lilia’s heart fluttered at his words, but what made her body shiver with happiness was the hand kiss—she nodded before she spoke, "Thank you. Now go dress up."

"As you wish," Zethan spoke in a devilish whisper. But before she could respond, he tugged his towel off.

"Zethan!" she gasped, stiffening.

Zethan chuckled, amused by her reaction.

"Oh, for goodness’ sake, Zethan! I didn’t mean it that way!" she exclaimed, covering her face with her palms as she turned to the other side.

"You don’t have to be shy," he teased, grinning. "You’ve seen this Daddy already."

Her entire body locked up again.

’Daddy’? Why—why did he have to say it like that? she screamed internally.

"This bad man," she muttered under her breath.

"Mmm. A very bad one indeed," he replied, smirking.

Lilia stood there frozen, her back still turned, refusing to face him. She had completely forgotten just how bold—and shameless—this man really was.

After some time, Zethan approached Lilia again—and to her surprise, he was already dressed.

He looked breathtaking.

A classic black suit similar to hers clung to his tall frame, sharp and tailored to perfection. Beneath it, a crisp white shirt added contrast, pristine and smooth. A diamond-like kerchief peeked from his breast pocket, catching the light ever so subtly. His watch gleamed, polished and expensive, radiating quiet elegance. His shoes—black, shining, flawless—completed the look.

Lilia’s gaze trailed down to her feet as she remembered she hadn’t even worn her shoes. She moved toward the box placed near the corner to retrieve them, but just as she did, Zethan walked over.

"Wife, sit on the bed."

Without a word, she followed his words as he knelt before her.

Her heart skipped.

He gently took one of her heels, then the other, slipping it onto her feet with surprising care. But then—he cursed under his breath.

"Oh, f*ck..." he murmured low, his voice rough, almost a growl as his hands cradled her other foot, caressing her small feet with his thumbs. "How I want to tear this dress off you and fuck you straight."

Butterflies danced in her stomach.

Lilia’s eyes flew wide open as she gasped.

Zethan chuckled, dark and amused.

"Once we get back home..." He looked up at her, his gaze burning. "I’ll make good on that. I’ll fuck you for a week—straight."

She stared at him, completely stunned. It wasn’t just his words—it was the raw certainty in them, the hunger in his tone.

"That’s impossible, Zethan!" she burst out, looking at him like he’d lost his mind.

But instead of backing down, Zethan slowly raised his head, a devilish grin curling on his lips.

"You haven’t seen the kind of gifts I have yet."

Lilia gave him a half-glare. "That’s not a gift. That’s madness."

Zethan nodded solemnly, as if agreeing. "Of course. Very mad. Mad for you, sweetheart."

She blinked. Was he flirting? Teasing?

But the look in his eyes wasn’t playful anymore—it was serious, intense. He meant every word.

Then his voice softened. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, her voice quiet. "Yes... I am."

Zethan finally rose, tall and confident, and offered her his arm.

And then, as they walked toward the door, she heard him. He finally spoke.

"I will also take that as you agreeing to the week of straight sex."

"You’re so impossible."

She spoke quietly, almost under her breath her face looking like a ripe tomato.

Then he turned to her, and she added, "You’re saying you could do something like that to me for a whole week, yet you’re the one asking for a... a quickie this morning?"

Zethan fell silent. As he turned toward her, he leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close. Lilia’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing.

Then he spoke, voice low. "Did you search it?"

Lilia quickly shook her head, lowering her gaze. "I didn’t," she whispered. "I already knew what it meant."

Zethan narrowed his eyes. "You’re lying. Then look at me and tell me you knew what it meant."

She took a few deep breaths before lifting her gaze to meet his. Their eyes locked, and after a tense pause, she shook her head.

He pressed again, "Did you search it?"

She looked down, avoiding his stare. "Let’s go. We’re already getting late," she said quietly, reaching for his hand and opening the door.

They stepped out, closing the door behind them. Zethan let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his hands over his face as he shook his head. Then he simply stared at Lilia for a moment.

They walked together toward the elevator. The doors pinged and slid open. Once inside, the elevator doors closed.

After a moment of silence, Lilia finally spoke. "Zethan..."

He turned to her with a hum, moving to touch her hair.

She hesitated, then asked softly, "What if I am pregnant?"