Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 99: Teeth

To his surprise, Lilia giggled again before suddenly pulling away. He sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair, stunned by the way her actions made him feel. He was speechless. What was wrong with this wife of his?

He ran his hands through his hair again, sighing deeply. He was at a loss for words, unsure of what to do.

Then she spoke.

"That’s your punishment—the punishment for leaving my question unanswered, for forgetting that your wife was on medication, for ignoring the clear instructions from your personal doctor to check on me when I take my drugs. And worst of all, you didn’t even ask how I was when you arrived. So yes, my dear husband, this is your punishment."

Zethan was still silent as he stared at her.

He was dumbfounded. Not just because of what she had said, but because of the giggle—after all of that. And this punishment... it was agonizing. It baffled him how much he was affected by what she’d done.

Then, as if cold water had been poured over his body, realization struck him. He must have really hurt her.

Before he even realized it, the words slipped out.

"I’m sorry," he murmured.

Lilia hadn’t expected that. She knew Zethan well. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. Did she hear right? Did this proud husband of hers just apologize?

"I apologize, my wife," he added, his voice quieter this time.

Before she could respond, he pulled her onto his lap, his large hands securing her as he cradled her body against his. His fingers traced the side of her face, tilting her chin up, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

Then, without warning, his lips descended upon hers, capturing her in a deep, searing kiss.

He pulled away just slightly, his lips hovering over hers.

"Let me make it up to you," he whispered, his warm breath fanning against her lips.

Before she could respond, his lips crashed onto hers once more, deepening the kiss.

A soft moan escaped her as the kiss grew fervent, his touch igniting something deep within her. His hands slipped beneath her silky gown, the fabric barely covering what lay underneath. His fingers traced along her skin, teasing, exploring, while his lips claimed hers with an intensity that made her tremble.

Zethan’s hands moved higher, cupping her breast, his fingers brushing over her nipple before giving it a slow, deliberate pinch. Lilia gasped, her moan swallowed by his lips as pleasure shot through her. He parted her thighs, his touch growing bolder as his fingers found her wetness. He caressed her softly before slipping his fingers into her, teasing, stroking, coaxing her into deeper arousal.

Her head fell back, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he continued his torment, his fingers delving deeper. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming, leaving her completely at his mercy.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he whispered huskily.

Lilia hesitated but slowly turned her face. Their eyes met, locking in an unspoken battle of longing. Desire flickered between them, burning, unrestrained.

His mouth trailed down her neck as her head tilted back again, her back arching, her hips moving against him. Still on top of his lap, she clung to his shoulders, her legs trembling with desire. His lips and tongue worshipped her skin as he pushed the straps of her gown down. The delicate fabric pooled down from her shoulders, gathering at her waist, leaving her bare before him. His hands explored her curves, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"Ahhh... Zethan," she moaned, her fingers clutching his arms harder and tighter.

Spreading her thighs wider, he added another finger, stretching her, driving her further into bliss. Lilia let out a strangled moan, her body arching into him as she called his name in pleasure.

"Z...Zet..Zethan"

Zethan’s body burned with need. He lifted her slightly, positioning her above him as he freed himself. Slowly, deliberately, he guided her down, a groan ripping from his throat as he entered her.

Lilia gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation, her body trembling with desire. He held her firmly, guiding her movements as he began to move—slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.

He pushed her down his length, entering her fully.

Lilia’s eyes flew wide.

Up... Down... Up... Down...

Her cries of pleasure filled the air, her body responding to his every touch, every thrust. He gripped her hips, pulling her down harder, deeper, until she was lost in the waves of ecstasy washing over her.

"Say my name, wifey," he whispered, his voice deep and commanding.

Lilia’s lips parted, her breath hitching as their half-lidded, desire-filled gazes locked. A wave of pleasure clouded her thoughts, their bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment.

She barely managed to whisper, her voice trembling, "Ze... Zethan."

The instant her breathy plea reached his ears, he shuddered, his control snapping as he spilled deep inside her.

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The Next Morning

Lilia’s eyes fluttered open, and she immediately froze.

Her hands clutched something firm—muscular. Her legs draped over a solid waist. It took her a moment to realize she was practically wrapped around Zethan.

She was strangling him.

Her face burned as she jolted back, but before she could fully retreat, she met his already-awake gaze.

"Good morning, wife," Zethan chuckled, his voice deep and lazy.

’Oh my...that morning voice’

Still flustered, she mumbled, "Good morning."

"How was your night?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Lilia swallowed. "It was... great."

Zethan smirked. "Of course, why wouldn’t it be when you screamed... moaned, and—"

"That’s enough!" she interrupted quickly, her palm covering his mouth.

Her blush deepened, thoughts racing. Flustered, she tried to pull away. She needed to leave. This husband of hers was going to tease her to death.

But before she could escape, he caught her easily, pulling her into a firm embrace. His face nuzzled against her neck, warm breath tickling her skin.

Then, she felt it—his tongue, hot and wet, teasing against her pulse.

A shiver ran through her.

Before she could react, he rested his face there, murmuring, "Let me romance you for a while."

His hands slid beneath her shirt, slow and deliberate. He didn’t squeeze or grope—just a lazy, featherlight caress, tracing from her waist up to her breast, then down to her thighs.

The sensation sent a shudder through her, her body betraying her, craving more.

Just as she thought he’d continue, he pulled back slightly.

"How about my morning kiss?"

Lilia hesitated, her breath hitching as his gaze held hers. Slowly, she leaned in.

The moment stretched between them, thick with tension, before she finally pressed a quick peck to his lips.

Zethan chuckled, his expression amused.

But then—his canines elongated briefly before retracting.

Lilia froze.

Her eyes widened as she instinctively reached up, fingers brushing his lips.

"Your teeth..." she whispered.

He nodded. "It happens every morning." His voice was calm, reassuring. "I just decided to show you since you already know what I am."

Silence hung between them before she finally found her voice.

"...Do you want to drink my blood?"

To her surprise, Zethan chuckled—a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver through her.

His sharp teeth flashed briefly, and Lilia couldn’t help but stare. His flawless skin, his effortlessly perfect smile.

He turned to her, something flickering in his eyes.

"What makes you say that?"

She held his gaze, her expression unwavering. "You’re a vampire. It’s normal for your kind to crave blood, right?"

Zethan smirked. "My kind, you say?" He tilted his head slightly, his voice laced with amusement. "Of course, most do. But as an Elite-pureblood, I don’t really thirst for it."

’Elite-pureblood’

As if she had said something absurd, he patted her shoulder in mock reassurance, his chuckle low and indulgent. The sound was almost condescending, as though the very thought of him needing blood was laughable.

But Lilia wasn’t joking. And she wasn’t convinced.

A lingering unease settled in her chest. The way he spoke, so casual, so sure—it should have reassured her. But instead, doubt whispered through her thoughts, cold and insistent.

Then, without warning, a memory surfaced—unbidden, sharp, and vivid.

The flash of recollection jolted her. She reacted instinctively, shoving the duvet aside as she sat up. The oversized shirt he had dressed her in shifted with her movements, sliding up just enough to reveal the curve of her smooth, thick thighs.

She didn’t hesitate.

"You can bite me."

Zethan froze.

His entire body stilled, the easy amusement draining from his face in an instant.

Lilia met his gaze, her voice steady despite the way her heart hammered in her chest.

"Go ahead," she continued, fingers grasping the hem of her shirt, lifting it just a little higher. "You said back in the car that you liked taking blood from here, right?"

Silence fell between them, thick and charged.

For a long moment, he didn’t move.

She watched him closely, her breath coming slow and measured. Then, as if to encourage him, she patted her lap lightly.

"Don’t be shy," she murmured. "It’s just me and you.....Or do you want me to close my eyes?"