Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 117: Inside…

Zethan’s lips curved up in surprise as he simply stared at Lilia. He hadn’t even expected those words—not to mention the fact that she did it while licking his earlobe. That alone was enough to shock him. His body stiffened slightly, and he turned his head to the side, clearing his throat.

Lilia’s eyes widened as she stared at his upper ear, which had turned slightly pink. So, this shameless man of hers could blush?

She giggled softly. "Hmm, I never knew my hubby could blush."

He looked away as he responded, "I am not blushing." His face remained straight. "I just feel a little under the weather."

Lilia burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. She kept laughing, clutching her sides, while Zethan simply watched her quietly—not because he was annoyed, but because her laughter just wouldn’t stop. He silently admired his beautiful wife.

Eventually, Lilia wiped away a tear from her eye—one of joy. Still laughing, she spoke with a teasing tone. "Seems you’re the one who’s actually bad at lying. I still have hope when it comes to you."

The truth was, when it came to her, Zethan’s brain cells didn’t seem to connect properly.

Finally, he said, "The tea party is over. Let’s go back to our room."

Lilia’s gaze slowly turned to him, her cheeks flushing.

"What’s on your mind, little Loris?" Zethan asked softly as he leaned in.

Lilia shook her head. "There’s nothing on my mind, you dirty-minded husband of mine."

"I didn’t say anything," Zethan replied, raising an eyebrow his lips curling upwards. "You’ve exposed yourself."

Lilia rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing red. But before she could say another word, Zethan picked her up. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Zethan, what are you doing?" she whispered urgently, even though no one was around.

Zethan began striding toward the garden’s exit.

"Zethan, please put me down," she whispered again, faster this time. "What if someone sees us? This is very unethical of you!"

"Calm down, wife," he replied smoothly. "It doesn’t matter if they see us. I’m just carrying you like the queen you are in fact I love being unethical"

Lilia shook her head, flustered. "Oh please, Zethan. You’re so shameless."

"Call me shameless all you want," he chuckled as he walked on.

Lilia covered her face, her cheeks burning. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. Zethan glanced down at her covered face, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

The only sound echoing through the hallway was the rhythmic click of his perfectly polished shoes.

The soft chime of the elevator arriving brought her back to reality. As they stepped inside, Lilia sighed in relief—only to realize he was still carrying her.

Finally, she uncovered her face. Zethan’s eyes widened slightly at just how red her face had become. She bit her bottom lip and whispered, "Oh Zethan... you did not just do that."

He grinned and replied without missing a beat, "Yes I did, wife."

Lilia gave him a glare, puffing her cheeks as he then spoke.

"Oh, you did enjoy it, hmm?"

Zethan smirked, lifting the body he was carrying so that his face was closer to hers. Lilia’s face turned crimson as he leaned in more, gently resting his face against her chest. A soft smile tugged at his lips before he whispered,

"Oh, sweetheart... why is your heart beating so fast and loud?"

Lilia pressed her lips together as sweet shivers ran down her spine, her ears burning all the way down to her neck as she stammered,

"It’s because of you... It’s because you, you, you..." she lost words

Zethan chuckled.

"Yes, I should be the only one who makes this heart of yours race like this."

Still holding her, he shifted slightly—now carrying her with just one arm. Lilia’s eyes flew wide. As if that wasn’t enough, he lifted his free hand and gently placed it over her chest.

"This..." he murmured, caressing her softly, "also belongs to me."

"Ah~ Zethan, please..." she whimpered, placing her hands over his, her body trembling slightly with something she could not quite place.

His smirk deepened.

"You know... sometimes it’s better to be specific. Are you pleading for more? If that’s the case, don’t worry—I’ll give you just that... once we reach the room."

"Oh no! That’s not what I meant—you!" Lillia glared at him.

"Shhh..." Zethan leaned in with a teasing glint in his eyes. "People do it in elevators, too. But... we’re not home yet."

Lilia quickly covered her face, her cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Zethan Lyall!" she shouted, her voice a bit louder.

Zethan laughed softly. He understood exactly what she meant—he just loved teasing her. And if she was already reacting this strongly to just a little teasing... oh, what would happen when he truly touched her the way he wanted?

Finally, they reached the door. Zethan opened it quietly and stepped inside. Only then did he gently place Lilia down.

The moment her feet touched the floor, Lilia’s legs wobbled slightly. Oh my... How long had Zethan carried her? She was already forgetting how to stand properly.

Zethan chuckled, amused.

"Oh, you can’t lie to your heart," he murmured.

Lilia’s heart stuttered. She rolled her eyes, trying to mask the flustered feeling that bubbled inside her.

"Oh please, what do you even know about biology?" she muttered softly, attempting to calm the heat building within her. But it was no use—her body ached with desire... for him.

ZIP...

Before she could even blink, she felt the back of her dress unzip.

"Sweetheart," Zethan’s voice was low and thick with hunger, "I don’t trust myself to be gentle. I’d hate to ruin this pretty dress...as It looks so gorgeous on you."

And just like that, the dress slipped off her body, pooling softly at her feet.

She turned to face him, heart pounding, only to find his eyes already devouring her. His silver hair fell messily over his face as he ran a hand through it, the other resting at his belt. His gaze was hungry—intense—and solely focused on her.

Lilia bit her bottom lip, breath shallow.

FLAP. FLAP.

The sound of his belt undoing echoed in the room.

"Oh, sweetheart," he drawled, voice husky with desire, "take the rest off for me... Let me see that gorgeous body of yours."

Lilia felt her heart beat quicken. The way his voice came out was just too good to be true. She moved her hands to her bra to undo it.

As he began to unfasten his trousers, his eyes never left hers, filled with an unspoken promise of everything yet to come.

The moment he was done undressing, he stood fully bare before her—his intense gaze dropping to the last piece of fabric still clinging to her body.

Her panties.

Lilia instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, turning her gaze to the side as her face flushed a deep red.

Zethan’s voice was low and rough.

"I’m going to f*ck you so hard, sweetheart... you’ll be begging for more. So buckle up."

In one swift motion—

SHRAAA!

Her panties were gone, torn away by his impatient hands.

"I’m sorry, sweetheart," he murmured, his tone unapologetically wicked. "But I really do lack patience."

Before she could even gasp, he scooped her up—this time tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Z-Zethan, what are you—ahh!" she gasped sharply as his hand came down in a light slap on her butt.

"So soft..." he drawled, running his hand over the curve of her backside as he walked. Her hair dangled, cascading over her face from the shift in position.

Pahh!

Another playful slap jolted her body, and she gasped again, her breath shaky.

"Zethan..." she whined, her voice melting into a plea.

What was the plea fornwas it for more...

SMACK!

Another slap on her other butt cheek sent sparks through her entire body.

"No, you don’t..." she whispered.

Zethan finally spoke teasingly. "Keep tempting me, sweetheart, and I might just give you a squeeze too."

Lilia pressed her lips together, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Finally, he set her down—and as she pushed her hair back from her face, her eyes widened slightly.

They were inside a wardrobe.

He hadn’t been joking at all.

She looked up at him, her breath unsteady, before her gaze slowly trailed downward—landing on his—

Oh my...

"F*ck," Zethan groaned under his breath.

Without hesitation, he raised her chin and crashed his lips against hers, pulling her into a heated kiss. His hands explored her body, caressing and squeezing her curves, his fingers teasingly brushing over her nipples. As he pressed her gently against the inside wall of the wardrobe, Lilia moaned softly into his mouth. The cold surface against her back only heightened the intensity of his touch.

Her moans came louder than usual, surprising even herself.

Her eyes flew wide open in shock.

Zethan’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk as he pulled away slightly, pressing his forehead gently against hers. His mouth soon trailed down her neck, sucking deeply.

"Ahhgn..." Lilia whimpered, her head tilting back, spine arching from the pleasure. Her legs trembled beneath her, but Zethan held her securely, continuing to kiss her—each one more affectionate, more purposeful.

His lips traveled lower until they found her nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking hard. He gently bit down, just enough to draw another sweet moan from her. His gaze stayed locked on her face, watching every twitch of her brow, every lazy flutter of her eyes, and the way her lips parted in surrender.

"Zeth... ahh..." she breathed out his name, barely able to form words.

Zethan growled low in his throat at the sound.

"I want you inside me. Now....Please," she whispered, desperation clinging to every word.

"Say it again, sweetheart," Zethan whispered seductively, his voice thick with desire.

Lilia’s breath hitched as she forced herself to meet his gaze, her body trembling.

"I... I want you to make me yours," she whispered, voice laced with desperation. "Put your c-cock inside me... please."