Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 118: I Still Want To

Zethan’s smoldering gaze met hers in quiet surprise—but it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a rushing wave of desire.

"Oh... f*ck it," he growled inwardly.

He turned her around so her back faced him, his eyes drinking in the curve of her body.

"This... this is what I call jaw-dropping," he whispered dreamily.

Zethan’s surprise was evident. It was like the more he saw her, the more beautiful she became.

Lilia’s heart thudded as his large hands moved to her waist, gently bending her forward.

In fact, what truly sent shivers down her spine was the way his hands held her back—like they had always belonged there. The feeling was maddeningly good.

"Sweetheart, we’re going to do it backwards," he murmured.

Lilia’s eyes widened slightly as she tilted her head.

"Back... backwards... what—?" she breathed, her voice laced with anticipation.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it—she was simply curious. And for some unknown reason, desire surged through her, mixed with excitement about how it was going to be,

Not to mention that sexy voice of his. She bit her lip softly, her lashes parting gently.

"Shh, sweetheart. I told you—I’m not gonna be gentle tonight."

His dark, husky voice made her melt.

"Z... Zethan—ahhhhghk!" she moaned, caught off guard as he pushed himself fully inside her.

Her eyes flew wide as she braced herself against the wall with both hands.

Zethan began to move, his rhythm rough and commanding.

"Ahh—" Lilia cried out from the sudden pleasure.

"That’s it, sweetheart... moan for me. Louder—sing in my tone," he growled, hips slamming against her.

Her body trembled as her breath quickened, her breasts moving in rhythm with each thrust—flesh slamming flesh hotly.

But Zethan wasn’t done.

In one fluid motion, he turned her, lifting her effortlessly while still inside. Her lips parted in a gasp—he hadn’t pulled out, and the shift in angle sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.

It was breathtaking... in a completely different way.

Zethan cursed under his breath as he felt his body tense—she was tightening around him, making him want to lose all control and devour her completely.

"Step by step... don’t rush your wife," his inner voice growled, trying to keep him grounded.

One hand gripped her waist while the other held her leg high, supporting her effortlessly. Their gazes locked, eyes filled with hunger. Her flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and those slightly watery, stunning eyes had him completely undone.

"Let’s dance," he whispered, leaning in as he pulled her body to his, slamming his hips into hers.

To his surprise, Lilia closed one eye, then slowly matched his rhythm, her movements syncing with his. A slow, wicked smile spread across Zethan’s lips as she pulled him into a kiss—hard, rough, and full of fire.

MNWA MNWA.

The sounds of their kisses echoed in the wardrobe, loud and needy.

Zethan broke the kiss—only for Lilia to lean in again, taking control. Her lips moved down to his jaw, then to his neck, sucking and biting with passion. Slowly, she reached his Adam’s apple, which bobbed up and down as her lips closed around it.

Zethan growled, deep and feral.

"Sweetheart... what spell did you cast on me? Why do I keep wanting more? I can’t hold back..." he murmured, voice strained with desire.

"Then don’t," she whispered, rolling her hips in a teasing rhythm before slamming them gently against his.

Zethan’s lips parted in shock.

"You said you weren’t going to be gentle... so show me. Show me how rough you can be, honey."

His eyes widened at her boldness Again—but it only fueled the fire within him.

Without warning, he pulled his cock out. Lilia jolted slightly, the sudden emptiness making her body ache for him again.

"Squat for me, sweetheart. And part those legs... let me see that sweet p*ssy of yours," he whispered, voice low and hungry.

Lilia’s face flushed crimson as she obeyed, squatting with her legs spread wide. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to stifle her moans—but that only made Zethan crazier.

To her surprise, he knelt before her as he bent, his face level with her heat. He looked up at her, eyes dark with desire, his gaze locked to her half-lidded one.

"You are the most beautiful wife in the world."

The second those words left his lips, Lilia felt like she was soaring. Her heart fluttered wildly—but that wasn’t all.

His hot breath was already teasing her thighs, and before she could say a word, his lips met her inner thigh.

"Ohhh my—"

Her back arched instinctively as he licked her deeply, his tongue moving inside her with slow, maddening precision.

Lilia’s hands gently moved to his hair, fingers threading through it as his lips continued their sinful work. Then she felt it—his lips curved into a smile against her skin.

That smile alone lit something inside her. Her heart fluttered wildly, and her body felt like it was floating.

As if that wasn’t enough, Zethan slid one hand to her butt, pulling her hips closer, deeper against his mouth.

"Ahhn..." she moaned, her body trembling from the pressure.

Zethan finally pulled away, lifting his gaze to hers, eyes dark and intense.

"I haven’t planted my seed in you yet," he murmured.

Lilia’s head fell back as her breath quickened, eyes fluttering shut.

"You’re the best, honey..." she whispered, voice soft but full of raw emotion.

Zethan heard her clearly. His lips curved into a smirk, teasing.

"Say that again, sweetheart. Louder."

His eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Y... You’re the best," she breathed out, flushed and breathless.

He nodded approvingly and sat back, pulling her toward him. Just when she thought he was going to have her sit on his lap gently—he shifted.

And just like that, she was seated on him, his cock slipping back into her in one smooth thrust.

"Ahmmm..." she moaned loudly, her voice echoing softly in the enclosed space.

Zethan gripped her tightly, raising her up and slamming her down again and again.

THAA. THAA. THAA.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the wardrobe, raw and unfiltered.

They kept moving together, bodies tangled in heated rhythm. Zethan slid one hand up and cupped her soft breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Lilia’s body trembled, toes curling slightly at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

She felt like she was drifting from one cloud to another, the sensation so intense—so unreal—it left her gasping.

"Ohh... honey..." she moaned loudly, voice cracking under the weight of her desire.

"Say my name, Lilia," Zethan growled huskily.

He shifted his grip, lifting her hips higher before slamming her back down onto him.

"Ahhh~ Z-Zethan..." she cried out, her soft voice echoing in the enclosed space.

Zethan smirked, and just as her words faded into the air, he spilled his release inside her with a deep groan.

A moment of stillness passed.

"Now... for round two."

Lilia’s eyes flew wide, her breath ragged as she tried to recover. Her lips parted, stunned—wait, all of that was just round one?

"Z-Zethan..." she whispered, turning her head slowly to look at him.

His head, which had fallen back in bliss, now tilted as he opened his eyes to meet her gaze. Her heart skipped a beat as she raised a hand to touch his jaw.

"Are we... doing it again?" she asked breathlessly.

Zethan’s lips curved into a teasing smile.

"Yes, sweetheart. Don’t worry... doing it multiple times isn’t illegal." His voice was soft, playful, and still full of heat.

His cock remained inside her, firm and ready.

Lilia let out a shaky breath and gently rested her cheek against his chest, her heart pounding wildly.

"Zethan... will you still do this to me in the nearest future?"

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

Zethan stilled slightly at her words, his gaze lowering to where she lazily traced invisible lines on his chest with her fingertip.

"Sweetheart... that’s not even a question," he said, his voice low but serious, the edge in his tone wicked.

"I could do this all day... but it’s you I don’t want to exhaust."

There was no trace of a joke in his voice—he meant every word.

She looked up at him, her golden brown eyes meeting his, glinting with quiet emotion.

A moment passed. A charged silence.

"Then show me, honey," she whispered.

Zethan’s eyes darkened with desire, a mischievous glint dancing in them. He loved this bold, needy side of her.

"Oh yes, sweetheart..." he murmured, voice dripping with anticipation.

Just as he shifted beneath her, ready to move, he felt her head suddenly tilt forward. He caught it gently—and paused.

To his surprise, she’d fallen asleep.

Still wrapped around him.

Still holding him inside her.

"F*ck..." he muttered under his breath, both amused and tortured.

He looked down at her peaceful, flushed face, her body soft and relaxed against his chest.

"Oh, sweetheart... I still want to f*ck you" he whispered hungrily as he moved.