Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 130: Tempting

Zethan lips curled into a smile as he went stiff, caught off guard by the way those words rolled off her tongue like some forbidden chant—something only she wasn’t supposed to say, because of how seductively tempting it sounded coming from her. He fought the urge to tell her to repeat those words.

"I’m very aware of that, pretty. I love your warmth."

Lilia’s cheeks flushed deeply as she turned her face to the side, avoiding his intense, dark gaze. Now she was wondering why she had ever rejected him in the first place—this feeling was just too good.

"Let’s go home and... continue," she whispered softly, noticing the look in Zethan’s eyes—it told her he had no plans of ending anything anytime soon.

Zethan’s lips curled into a smirk.

"You said it yourself, sweetheart," he murmured, his words laced with dark promise.

Lilia moved to hug him, but Zethan let out a low growl. His length was still buried inside her, so when she moved, it moved too. Slowly, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her up slightly. He began to pull out, and the moment he left her warmth, Lilia felt an emptiness wash over her—her body had already grown used to him.

Without warning, he shifted her, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs, once wrapped around him, now both to one side. Gently yet firmly, he spread her thighs wider. Lilia gasped, and before she knew it, he pushed four fingers into her, stretching her with deliberate pressure. Her eyes flew open in shock, her body tingling with unfamiliar desire as his fingers curled inside her, moving in and out with expert rhythm.

A scream of pleasure tore from her lips.

"Ahhhrrmm—Zethan!" she cried, overwhelmed.

His smirk deepened, fingers driving deeper until her thoughts blurred with pleasure.

"Aaah...!" she moaned again, her mind burning with heat. A small, satisfied smile curled on Zethan’s lips as he thrust his hand in and out, again and again.

Then he finally pulled away.

He moved her effortlessly, positioning her on the chair. Her gown was bunched at her waist, legs spread open, breasts exposed to his hungry gaze.

Zethan reached between her thighs, parting her folds with two fingers to drink in the sight.

Embarrassed, Lilia’s hands flew to cover herself—but he was faster, capturing her wrists and gently pinning them down.

His eyes met hers.

She bit her lip, her cheeks now as red as a tomato.

"Don’t. You’re gorgeous," he murmured softly, his voice rich with affection.

His hands slid under her, gripping her butt firmly as he lifted her slightly. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lowered his face to her inner thigh, resting there for a moment, inhaling her scent.

Lilia’s face turned an even deeper shade of crimson at the sheer intimacy of it.

"You smell divine, sweetheart," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against her most sensitive spot, making her whole body shiver.

Oh heavens...

The sensation was overwhelming—almost too good to be true.

Then his tongue slipped in, tasting her, exploring her.

Lilia moaned, her back arching involuntarily against the seat. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping it, pushing him closer. She felt his lips stretch into a grin, and that awareness—that he was enjoying this—sent delicious chills down her spine.

"Ahhh..." she moaned, her body teetering toward the edge. She was reaching her climax and—

Spill.

Lilia finally spilled over, her release coating his face. Zethan pulled back slowly, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Lilia’s eyes widened in shock as she saw her essence glistening on his skin. But he didn’t flinch—instead, he held her gaze, brought two fingers to his lips, and licked them slowly, possessively.

Then, calmly, he adjusted his trousers and stepped out of the car. He opened the trunk, retrieved a bag, and returned to the backseat.

Without a word, he pulled out a white towel and wiped his face first. Then he reached for a second one.

Gently, he parted Lilia’s legs once more. She tensed slightly, only for a soft gasp to leave her lips as the warm towel touched her sensitive clit.

The way he cleaned her—so attentive, so intimate—sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her. Her clit twitched under the sensation, especially knowing it was him doing it.

"So naughty, huh?" Zethan chuckled, his voice low and teasing as he stared at her.

As he finished, his fingers brushed over her again. He found her pink, sensitive clit once more and gave it a slow, teasing pinch.

Lilia gasped, her breath hitching as her body jolted in response.

Zethan moved with gentle precision, tugging the gown completely off her. Now fully bare, Lilia laid before him, her skin glowing, her breath uneven. He picked up a new set of panties from the bag and helped her slip into them, then brought out the PJ pants, helping her again—all while his gaze devoured every inch of her.

Then he took the towel again, this time carefully wiping her upper body. His hand lingered on her breasts, fingers brushing against her nipples. He gave one a soft pinch before leaning in, drawing a soft moan from Lilia. He moved his lips, closing around it as he began to suck gently.

Lilia moaned softly again, her hands gripping the seat beneath her as his teeth grazed her sensitive nub. His other hand squeezed her breast, adding pressure that made her toes curl.

After a few moments, he pulled back slowly, his eyes shifting to the side as he ran a hand through his hair, biting his lip in silent restraint. This hadn’t been the plan—but this wife of his was temptation in its purest form.

He resumed wiping her softly, his movements reverent. Then he reached into the bag again and pulled out a top—one with a built-in bra.

He helped her sit up, and as their eyes met, time seemed to pause.

"You are so beautiful," he said, voice low, full of awe. "I can’t wait to get back home... for another round."

As he helped her into the top, Lilia’s cheeks burned. He was so gentle—so considerate—that words failed her. Nothing could explain the whirlwind inside her chest.

"Z-Zethan... are we really going again?" she asked shyly.

"F*ck yes, we are," he murmured with a wicked smile.

"You seduced me, now it’s my responsibility to finish what you—my wife—started."

Once she was fully dressed, he pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before pulling back. Then, with calm confidence, he unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing the chiseled abs beneath.

Lilia couldn’t look away.

He slipped into a clean white shirt, tidied up the car, packed their clothes into the bag, and opened the door to step out.

He had really come prepared. It was like he hadn’t planned this—but also, somehow, had. Just in case.

As realization set in, Lilia’s cheeks turned even more crimson.

She couldn’t believe what had just happened inside here.

Before she knew it, the driver’s door opened, and Zethan slid in behind the wheel. He started the car, and it zoomed off smoothly.

"Seatbelt, wife," he said calmly.

Lilia nodded quickly, fastening it without hesitation.

Zethan’s lips curled into a smile. She wasn’t dozing off like she usually did after he’d completely worn her out.

Looks like my wife is starting to get the hang of it, he mused, both proud and amused.

"How do you feel?" he asked softly, his tone laced with curiosity.

Lilia glanced at him, noticing something unusual. The car was going faster than it should—definitely past the speed limit—but Zethan looked completely unbothered. Calm hands on the wheel, composed expression, not a trace of worry.

That mix of danger and control made her heart race even more.

Lilia glanced sideways at him, wondering what had made him drive so fast. What was the rush?

"I feel... awesome," she said, her voice barely above a whisper....Wait—was he asking about the car or the stuff they had like...

Zethan’s grin deepened. "Oh, just awesome?" he teased, one brow raised as he expertly maneuvered the wheel.

The sudden swerve caught her off guard—thank goodness she had her seatbelt on, or she would’ve been thrown forward. Her hand instinctively gripped the edge of her seat as her heart thumped a little harder.

The car slowed down a bit, and Lilia breathed a sigh of relief as Zethan chuckled deeply.

"Are you scared?" he asked quietly.

Lilia glared at him through the rearview mirror. "Not funny, Zethan. So not funny," she whispered, but he continued chuckling.

He moved the car forward until it stopped in front of the mansion. Before she could speak, he stepped out and opened the door for her.

Lilia stepped out, still wondering why Zethan seemed to be in such a rush.

"You don’t have to be scared, sweetie. No one will harm you—not even me," he said, his voice filled with seriousness.

Lilia turned her face to the side as her cheeks warmed. Zethan took her hand, and together they walked quietly into the mansion. They climbed the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor.

Once they reached the bedroom and closed the door behind them, Zethan gently pushed Lilia against it.

"Let us continue from where we stopped," he murmured sinfully, as his lips crashed onto hers hungrily.