Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 84: Blow….

A slow smile played on Zethan’s lips as he watched her, frozen in surprise. His deep, piercing gaze locked onto hers, studying every reaction—the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers twitched ever so slightly as if unsure whether to move. He took a step forward, his movements deliberate, calculated. Predatory.

He wore nothing but a pair of matching PJ pants, the loose fabric hanging low on his hips. His shirt, carelessly discarded, lay forgotten on the floor—a silent casualty of his growing impatience.

As he closed the distance between them, his fingers lifted, reaching for her. A delicate touch—gentle yet firm—curled around her slender throat, tilting her chin up. The warmth of his palm against her skin sent a jolt through her spine, forcing her to meet his unreadable gaze.

Lilia’s lips parted, but no sound came. Words tangled on the tip of her tongue, lost somewhere between uncertainty and the undeniable force of his presence.

Zethan didn’t wait.

He did not wait for her to say it or make a choice—he wanted her.

His mouth descended upon hers in a deep kiss, claiming her without hesitation. His lips were hot, demanding, leaving no room for resistance. The taste of him—intoxicating, dominant—drowned out every coherent thought she might have had. His tongue pressed past the barrier of her lips, sweeping inside, exploring, taking.

A muffled sound escaped her, a mix of desire and something dangerously close to pleasure.

His grip tightened slightly not hurtful, pulling her flush against him. Her soft curves molded against the hard, unyielding lines of his body, the contrast leaving her dizzy. There was no space between them now, no air, no distance—only heat, only sensation.

By the time he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, Lilia was barely aware of the shift. One moment, she was standing. The next, she was falling—landing onto the plush mattress beneath her. The bed dipped beneath their weight, swallowing her in its softness.

But there was nothing soft about the way he looked at her.

Zethan towered over her, his smoldering gaze burning through every layer of fabric that still covered her trembling form. Her oversized shirt had ridden up during the movement, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs.

Instinctively, she reached down to pull it back into place.

But Zethan was faster.

His hand, warm and possessive, skimmed over her stomach before pushing the fabric higher, higher still—until her full breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze.

Lilia gasped, her arms flying up to cover herself, but he caught her wrists with ease.

"Z...Zetha—"

She barely managed his name before his mouth was on her.

A sharp cry left her lips as his teeth grazed over the sensitive peak of her breast, sending a wave of foreign pleasure crashing over her. His tongue followed, tracing, teasing, coaxing responses from her she didn’t understand.

"Ahhh~" she moaned.

One hand kneaded the soft curve of her flesh while the other mimicked the motion on her opposite side, leaving no part of her untouched.

Heat pooled low in her belly, unfamiliar, overwhelming. Her body arched instinctively, pressing closer, chasing the sensation even as her mind reeled.

Something hard pressed against her thigh.

The realization struck her like a lightning bolt, and her body tensed. She shifted slightly, hesitantly, and her hand brushed against it.

The second she did, Zethan stilled.

His smoldering gaze lifted to hers, dark, dangerous. The room felt hotter, the air thicker, heavy with something she didn’t quite understand. Without breaking eye contact, he bit down lightly on her nipple, drawing a strangled moan from her lips.

"Ah... ahh..." Lilia whimpered, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts.

Her fingers curled into the sheets, gripping them like a lifeline. It was too much—too intense, too consuming. And yet... she didn’t want it to stop.

Zethan’s hand moved around her wrists, pinning them against the mattress.

And then she realized what it was she had touched.

Oh my heavens.

"You made a bold move, my wife," he whispered, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. His tongue flicked over her nipple again, sending another violent shiver through her spine.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, loud, insistent.

Before she could process anything further, everything shifted.

One moment, he was above her, pinning her to the bed. The next, he had sat up, pulling her with him.

Lilia barely had time to react before she heard it.

A soft rip.

She froze.

Her boxers—torn away in an instant.

Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, wide-eyed, lips parting in disbelief.

Zethan’s movements were slow, deliberate, reverent. He guided her trembling arms upward, helping her remove her shirt until she was completely bare before him.

A slow exhale left him as he took her in. His intense gaze roamed over every inch of her, admiration flickering beneath the hunger in his eyes.

"You don’t have to worry, my wife," he murmured, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. "You’re beautiful... so very beautiful."

The way he said it—the way his voice deepened—made her toes curl.

She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching at her sides. Instinct urged her to close her legs, to shield herself from his penetrating gaze.

But he was faster.

His strong hands parted her thighs, gentle yet unyielding. The slow slide of his fingers against her bare skin sent another shiver rippling through her.

Zethan’s grip on her wrists remained firm, anchoring her in place as he pulled away slightly. He shifted, kneeling between her already spread thighs where she sat.

Lilia’s breathing turned shallow as she watched him.

And then—

His hands moved to his waistband.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulled down his trousers.

Her breath caught.

Zethan was—

Her gaze flickered between his face and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal standing proud before her.

A quiet command followed, his voice rough with desire.

"Touch it."

Lilia’s heart nearly stopped.

She hesitated, her fingers twitching at her sides. "Y-You want me to... to touch... it?"

Zethan’s dark eyes never left hers. He remained silent for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

"Yes. You already did earlier, so do it again."

She shook her head quickly. "I—I didn’t mean to! It was poking me, and I just wanted to move it to the side!"

A deep exhale left him, his patience hanging by a thread.

His wife—his innocent, oblivious wife—had no idea what she was doing to him.

And yet, she had the audacity to look at him with those wide, questioning eyes, completely unaware of the fire she was stoking.

Without another word, he took her hands in his, guiding them toward him. Her fingers trembled slightly as they wrapped around the thick, heated length of him. His muscles tensed at the contact, his breathing turning heavier. Lilia’s hands looked so small against him, the stark contrast making his restraint waver.

She coughed lightly, staring at it. "It’s... really big."

If only she knew what she had just said.

Zethan let out a strained chuckle, his voice tinged with amusement despite the tension in his body. "Go on," he urged, his voice rough and low. "Pleasure me."

Lilia hesitated, unsure of what to do, her grip firm but unmoving. She could feel the heat radiating from him, but uncertainty held her still.

His jaw tightened as he swallowed the frustration building inside him. "Move your hands... push and pull... like this," he murmured, placing his own over hers, guiding her movements with slow, deliberate strokes.

She frowned in concentration, watching his expression shift with every motion. His lips parted slightly, his half-lidded eyes glinting with lazy pleasure. The way his muscles tensed under her touch sent a strange thrill through her.

Her body grew warmer as she observed him—fascinated by the way he reacted to her touch, by the power she seemed to have over him. A strange, unfamiliar desire coiled in her stomach, and before she knew it, she wanted to see more. She wanted to please him more.

"F-Faster, sweetheart," he groaned, his deep voice sending a shiver through her.

Lilia had never seen him like this before, and something about it made her pulse race. She followed his lead, moving her hands with more confidence now, her strokes becoming more fluid, more natural.

His brows furrowed, his breathing turned ragged, and his head tilted back slightly as if losing himself in the sensation.

"Ahh—" A guttural sound escaped his lips, his body tensing under her touch.

A wave of warmth rushed through Lilia at the sight of him unraveling. She felt an odd sense of satisfaction, knowing she was the one making him feel this way.

Just as she felt him tense further, as if he was about to reach his peak, his hand suddenly closed around her wrists, stopping her movements entirely.

"You’re doing excellent, Lilia," he murmured, his voice hoarse, thick with restrained pleasure.

She shivered at the way he said her name—deep, almost reverent.

"Now," he whispered darkly, a sinful smirk playing on his lips. "Give me a blowjob."

Lilia’s eyes, which had been fixated on his length, snapped up to his face in shock.

Slowly, she withdrew her hands.

And before Zethan could react—

A fist connected with his abdomen.

The impact barely made him flinch. If anything, he looked more surprised than hurt. His head jerked down, his golden eyes narrowing as he stared at her in stunned silence.

"Lilia..." His grip tightened around her wrist, his voice unreadable. "What did you just do?"

She blinked up at him innocently. "You said I should blow you."

Zethan fell utterly speechless.