Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 163: Fulfill It..

A slow, knowing smile curled on Zethan’s lips as he gently raised her legs, placing them over his shoulders. Rose’s eyes widened in surprise as her gown slid up to her waist, revealing her white panties. Her lips parted in shock, and she quickly moved to cover herself—but to her surprise, Zethan gently spread her legs wider.

His thumb brushed lightly against her inner thigh, and Rose gasped, her back arching instinctively.

"Ahhn..." she moaned softly.

"Z-Zethan... don’t," she whispered, her voice trembling.

A low, deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Oh really? But your voice, your body... they’re telling me something else," he murmured, his gaze fixed on her trembling thighs. "It seems like they’re begging for my fingers to explore those lips of yours."

"Ahh~" Rose moaned again, unable to hold back.

Her eyes widened in disbelief—had she really made those sounds just from his stare? He hadn’t even touched her yet.

"Already soaking wet, huh? My naughty, stubborn little bunny," he growled, his voice rough and low.

The sound of it sent a shiver of pleasure through Rose’s body.

Zethan moved in, gripping her firmly as his lips crashed into hers. Rose’s eyes flew wide open the moment their lips met. Her mind blanked completely—it was like her world blurred out, and now only the sky existed. Just her and Zethan.

Her lips parted, and he wasted no time, slipping his tongue into her mouth with dominance and hunger.

"Mhmnnn..." she moaned into the kiss, her body trembling.

Zethan growled in response, the motion of his Adam’s apple visible as desire surged through him. His hands moved fast.

SHRAA!

The sound of tearing fabric filled the air as her gown ripped apart.

Rose gasped, eyes wide in shock. She instinctively tried to cover herself, but Zethan only leaned back, sitting slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, eyes half-lidded as he drank in the sight of her.

"You’re so tempting..." he paused, letting out a low groan. "I’m trying my best to take it slow, since it’s your first time, sweetheart... but f*ck..."

His whisper was deep, strained, his self-control clearly fraying.

His eyes roamed over her body, dark and unreadable, making Rose’s face flush an even deeper shade of crimson.

"You... are driving me insane," he muttered, voice low and husky.

He paused, surprised by how hard it was becoming to form words. What was she? How could she unravel him like this? He thought he could stay in control, that he could keep his emotions locked down. But ever since the first night he met her, he’d felt that deep, uncontrollable pull. That’s why he left that night—he’d sensed she wasn’t ready, and he respected that. He’d gone out to clear his head, even entertained the company of one of his mistresses... but it hadn’t felt the same. Not even close.

So why her?

What else had the seer left out?

"F*ck it," he whispered under his breath, before reaching for her and pulling her into his arms.

Rose let out a soft gasp as her body pressed against his.

"I usually do things rough, sweetie," he said, brushing his fingers along her jaw. "But I’ll try my best to make this your best first time."

He gently lifted her chin, his intense gaze locking with hers. Her golden-brown eyes were wide, filled with raw desire.

"You’re all mine. I’ll be the only one to touch you, to kiss you... to f*ck you. Is that clear, Roselina?" he said, his voice low and dominant.

Her cheeks flamed as she gave a small nod.

"Y-yes... And I’ll be the only one you’ll do this with," she whispered shyly, her voice trembling.

Zethan let out a deep, amused chuckle. "Oh, my clever wife. If that’s your condition... then your wish is my command."

His eyes dropped to her chest, lingering on her hardened nipples, the desire in his gaze darkening.

His fingers slowly brushed against her sensitive buds, teasing them gently before pinching one between his fingers. Rose let out a soft moan, her body reacting instinctively to his touch.

Zethan gently guided her back onto the bed, her lips parting as she lay down, flushed and breathless.

A rough growl rumbled from his throat, his desire deepening. His lips found her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a sweet mark. Her back arched in response, dark hair fanning out over the pillow as the heat between them grew more intense.

He trailed kisses down her skin, lingering at her collarbones with soft, reverent presses of his lips before moving even lower.

His eyes fell to her chest, taking in every inch of her with a hunger that made her tremble. He paused, savoring the view, then looked up at her flushed face. Her eyes met his—nervous, vulnerable, but full of trust.

Just as her hands began to lift, perhaps to cover herself or reach for him, Zethan caught them gently and leaned forward.

Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his lips around her nipple, his tongue swirling slowly as he sucked gently. Rose gasped, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure surged through her, her fingers curling against the sheets.

Zethan’s gaze never left her, his eyes filled with deep, possessive satisfaction.

"Ahh... Z-Zethan... ahh..." Rose moaned his name, breathless.

Zethan responded by leaning in and kissing her gently. Then his lips began trailing lower, down to her flat, trembling stomach. His hands slid beneath her, gripping her ample curves as he lifted her slightly, savoring the feel of her.

"Tell me you want more, Rose..." he whispered, his voice deep and sinful, making her heart pound so hard it felt like it might he coul hear it aswell.

Why does everything he says sound so tempting? So perfect? So... impossible to resist? Her lips opened and closed. The words were caught in her throat, but the desire in his eyes gave her the courage to speak.

"I... I want more... Zethan," she whispered, barely audible.

A smirk tugged at his lips. "As you wish, my queen." freewebnøvel.com

SHRAA!

The sudden rip of fabric echoed in the air.

Rose gasped, eyes wide with shock. Her last layer—her panties—had been torn away, leaving her completely bare before him.

Zethan’s gaze dropped to her exposed thighs, dark and hungry.

Embarrassed, Rose instinctively clamped her legs shut, trying to shield herself, but Zethan didn’t let her. His hands gripped her hips, lifting them slightly, forcing her body to arch and rise toward him.

Her eyes flew wide at the sudden motion, her breath hitching, body trembling under his touch.

To her surprise, Zethan moved again. He gently took hold of her legs, his touch firm yet reverent, and slowly pried them apart.

Rose’s breath caught, her eyes wide. Instinctively, her hands shot down to cover herself—but the moment her fingers brushed her own heat, she gasped and quickly yanked them away, covering her mouth instead in sheer embarrassment. Her entire face turned crimson.

Zethan’s lips curved into a sinful, satisfied smile, his eyes locked on the sight before him.

"You’re dripping wet for me, my bunny," he murmured, his voice dark and devilish.

Before she could even respond, his hands slid under her hips and pulled her forward—and then his lips crashed against her inner thigh.

"Ahhhmm!" Rose cried out, her voice trembling with overwhelming sensation.

’F*ck’

Zethan didn’t stop—his eyes flicked up to watch her reaction, fully immersed in every shiver, every sound that escaped her lips.

Her body tingled, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She could feel the curve of his lips against her skin—he was smiling. That realization made her squirm beneath his touch, the pleasure sparking like wildfire through her veins.

Then, with a deliberate, teasing motion, Zethan slipped his tongue into her heat.

Rose cried out, trembling, overwhelmed.

After a moment, he slowly pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers. He guided her gently up into a sitting position, her body still trembling from the intensity of it all. As her eyes flicked to his lips, dazed and breathless, Zethan lifted her chin.

Without a word, he made her kneel in front of him. Even now, with her legs parted slightly, she felt vulnerable—yet completely safe in his hands.

Then he slid two fingers between her thighs.

Before she could catch her breath or process the sensation, his fingers pushed inside her, slow and deliberate. Rose moaned, her legs trembling, her body already on the edge.

Her knees gave out slightly, but Zethan was quick—his strong arms caught her, holding her back steady against his chest as his fingers moved faster, stroking deeper.

Her head fell back in sheer pleasure, lips parted, eyes fluttering closed.

"Look at me, Rose," he murmured, voice low and maddeningly seductive. "Do you want me to stop?"

Barely able to breathe, Rose managed to lift her gaze, locking eyes with him through the haze of pleasure.

"No... d-don’t stop," she whispered, voice shaky and desperate. "Please... don’t stop..."

"Good girl," he whispered. Then he added, voice husky and deliberate, "Do you want me to put my cock inside you? Say it, sweetheart... and I’ll fulfill it."