My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 102: Touch Me

Chapter 102: Touch Me

"Zylan, please," Naomi begged, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and an unsettling realization. She finally understood—this wasn’t just punishment.

It was something far more profound, a test that stretched her to her limits in ways she hadn’t imagined.

His smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, his presence overwhelming. "No, Eaglet. Not now."

Before she could decipher his cryptic words, his lips crashed into hers, catching her completely off guard. The kiss was deliberate, a calculated combination of tenderness and dominance. His lips moved against hers slowly at first, coaxing a response. A soft whimper escaped her, and he seized the opportunity, his tongue slipping past her parted lips.

The kiss deepened, transitioning into something far more intense. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was an invasion, a claim. Zylan’s hunger was palpable, every movement of his mouth over hers demanding, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. Her hands, still bound, clenched into fists as her body responded instinctively, leaning into him despite the storm of emotions swirling within her.

When he finally pulled away, his gaze lingered on her now-swollen lips, a flicker of satisfaction in his dark eyes. Using his thumb—the same one he had used to tease her earlier—he traced over her lips, as if memorizing their shape. Naomi’s breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, her teeth caught her lower lip in a nervous habit.

The action was subtle, unconscious, but it shattered what little restraint Zylan had left.

"F*ck, Naomi," he groaned, his voice low and strained. "You’re maddening."

She’d heard him curse before, but this time, there was a raw edge to it—a frustration so tangible it sent shivers down her spine. Her golden eyes, half-lidded and glistening with unshed tears, locked onto his, searching for an answer in the storm brewing behind them.

Before she could speak, his lips descended to her neck. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shiver, and when his mouth latched onto her, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, a gasp escaped her. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her body against his as a soft moan slipped from her lips.

"Z-Zylan," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t respond, his focus entirely on her. His hands wandered to her chest, cupping her breasts with a reverence that contradicted the roughness of his earlier actions. He kneaded the soft flesh gently at first, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks, teasing her until she squirmed. Her breath quickened, and her head fell back, her body reacting to him in ways she couldn’t control.

When his mouth finally moved lower, capturing one of her hardened peaks, Naomi let out a strangled cry. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt—heat, pleasure, and an unbearable ache all rolled into one. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it just enough to make her gasp. Her hands pulled against her restraints, desperate to touch him, to anchor herself in the chaos he was creating within her.

"Zylan, aghh," she whispered, her voice trembling with equal parts pleading and need.

But he didn’t stop. Instead, he drew her breast deeper into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out again. The sound seemed to spur him on, and his free hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her hip.

"Ahhh, Zylan..." she moaned, her voice faltering as her body betrayed her.

Her mind was a blur, torn between resistance and surrender. She didn’t want to give in, didn’t want to admit how much she craved his touch, but her body had already made the decision for her.

When his lips left her skin, she opened her mouth to protest, but the words died on her tongue as a soft slap landed on her bare bottom. Her gasp echoed in the room, her body jolting from the unexpected sting.

"Z-Zylan, what are you—?"

"Kneel, baby," he commanded, his voice low and filled with authority.

For a moment, she hesitated. Her pride, her fear, and her confusion warred within her, but the intensity of his gaze left no room for defiance. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, her movements hesitant and shaky.

The tie around her wrists loosened, and for a brief moment, relief washed over her. She flexed her fingers, grateful to have her freedom back, but the feeling was short-lived.

"Not so fast, Eaglet," he said, his smirk returning. "Now, on all fours."

Her heart raced as she processed his words, her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and arousal. She obeyed, positioning herself as instructed, her body trembling with need under the weight of his gaze.

Zylan’s eyes darkened, a predatory gleam overtaking his usual cool demeanor. Naomi’s breath hitched as she watched him pull his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled lines of his torso. The sight was breathtaking, his skin taut over hard muscle, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

"Zylan..." she started, but he cut her off with a simple gesture, guiding her head forward until her gaze rested on the bed beneath her.

"Focus, baby," he murmured, his voice softer now, though no less commanding.

He adjusted her position, lifting her knees slightly so she was balanced perfectly on all fours. The subtle shift made her feel vulnerable, every nerve in her body hyperaware of his presence behind her.

"Now, bend to my face," he said, the deep timbre of his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Her legs shook as she obeyed, her body responding to his words even as her mind rebelled. She felt his breath against her most sensitive spot, warm and teasing, and her cheeks burned with the knowledge of how exposed she was to him.

Before she could brace herself, his tongue slid over her in one slow, deliberate stroke.

"Ahhh!" she cried out, her voice breaking as a wave of sensation crashed over her.

He didn’t stop, his tongue delving deeper, exploring her with a torturous rhythm that left her gasping for air. Her hips began to move of their own accord, seeking more of the pleasure he was so skillfully giving her.

"Zylan... please..." she moaned, her voice trembling.

Her words only seemed to fuel him, his movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. Naomi’s hands clenched the sheets beneath her as she struggled to keep herself grounded, but the pleasure was too much. She felt her control slipping, her body betraying her completely.

"Moreeee..." she screamed, her voice cracking with the force of her need. The sound startled her, and for a brief moment, she froze, horrified that she’d spoken the word aloud.

Zylan’s chuckle was low and rich, his breath fanning against her as he pulled away slightly.

"You’re impossible, Eaglet," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

Naomi didn’t have the chance to respond. His fingers replaced his tongue, slipping inside her with a deliberate slowness that made her whimper. He moved them in and out, his pace torturously slow, and her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensations he was creating.

"M..." she started, biting down on her lip to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

But just as she felt herself teetering on the edge, Zylan stopped.

Her half-lidded eyes flew open in surprise, and a frustrated groan escaped her lips as she turned to look at him.

"Why... why did you stop?" she demanded, her voice shaky and breathless.

Zylan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat back on the bed, his wicked grin making her stomach flutter. He lifted his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with deliberate slowness, his eyes locked on hers.

Naomi’s cheeks burned, a fiery blush spreading across her skin as she watched him. The sight was intimate, almost too much, and yet she couldn’t look away.

"Because, baby," he finally said, his voice smooth and teasing. "This isn’t about what you want. Not yet."

Her legs trembled as the remnants of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her weak and vulnerable.

"I don’t want to be punished anymore," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Zylan’s smirk deepened. "But you said it wasn’t punishment," he reminded her, his tone light but edged with something darker.

Naomi’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her frustration and desire warred within her, leaving her flustered and unable to form a coherent response.

"Tell me, Naomi," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "What do you want?"

Her eyes met his, wide and filled with uncertainty. "I want you to... to..." She hesitated, the words catching in her throat. "To touch me," she finally whispered. "Touch me, Zylan."

Something in his expression shifted—an intensity that made her breath catch. Without another word, he pulled her into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. His hands roamed over her body, as though trying to memorize every curve, every reaction.

"Damn the punishment," he growled against her lips. "Whatever you just did to me, my wife... I feel like fucking you senseless."