My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 116: Dance Of Desire

Chapter 116: Dance Of Desire

Naomi couldn’t believe what she was hearing. The sheer seriousness on his face made her wonder—could this man be any more shameless? Her cheeks burned crimson as her head snapped toward him, only for her breath to catch when he did something completely unexpected.

Before she could react, Zylan tugged at his towel, the fabric sliding dangerously down his body.

"Zylan!" Naomi’s voice came out louder than intended, a mix of shock and embarrassment lacing her tone. Her hands flew up instinctively to cover her eyes, but the image was already burned into her mind. She whipped her gaze to the other side, her heart racing, mortified by the thought of what she had nearly seen. What was wrong with this man? Was he trying to seduce her? Here, of all places—in her parents’ house, no less!

Her mind spun as she tried to shake off the inappropriate thoughts creeping in. Just the idea of something happening here made her cheeks flush even harder. She knew Zylan too well; if anything were to happen, she wouldn’t be able... to... to stifle her moans. Her parents would hear everything.

Wait—what was she even thinking? Naomi quickly stopped herself, mortified at the direction her thoughts had taken. She never imagined she could be this flustered, even allowing herself to think about something so dirty. But it was all thanks to Zylan—her husband, the man who constantly kept her on edge.

Before Naomi could utter another word, Zylan burst into loud chuckles, his deep voice rich with amusement. "Instead of just thinking dirty, why not put those thoughts into action?" he teased, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "I’m already here, so do whatever dirty thing your mind desires."

Naomi’s head snapped toward him again, sure she had heard a crack. Her expression froze in disbelief. Was he serious right now? What was wrong with this man? She glared at him, her frustration building, but then noticed that he had begun to dress. His singlet clung to his toned body, and his black underwear fit him perfectly—but that didn’t hide the undeniable bulge beneath it. Naomi’s face flushed as she turned away, her ear turning red with embarrassment.

Realizing she needed to do the same, she shifted her attention to her robe—the one she’d thrown on earlier after her bath and makeup routine. With an involuntary sigh, she untied the sash and let the robe slip off her shoulders. It felt normal to undress in front of her husband, right?

Zylan turned toward her to speak, but his words caught in his throat as his gaze landed on her. There she stood, clad in a pink lace bra and matching panties. He blinked, momentarily stunned. This was surprising. He had seen her in various states of undress before, but this time, something about the sight of her stopped him in his tracks. His eyes roamed over her flawless hourglass figure, from her slender back to the curve of her hips and her plump behind. She was perfection—a rare jewel he could hardly believe was his.

As his thoughts swirled, an uncontrollable urge overcame him. His fingers tingled, desperate to touch her, to claim her. Before Naomi could react, she felt a sudden, gentle slap against her behind. She jolted, a startled gasp escaping her lips as her hands flew to her mouth in shock. Spinning around to face him, she saw Zylan wearing a faint smirk, clearly unrepentant.

"Did you just—?" Naomi began, her voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief.

Zylan shrugged casually, his tone feigning innocence. "It’s not my fault. You’re the one who’s been seducing your poor husband all along."

Naomi glared at him, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Behave, Zylan! You can do whatever you want at home, but not here."

The mention of "home" made Zylan’s heart warm, and his smirk softened into something more genuine. "Fine then," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I’ll do whatever I want when we return."

Naomi’s heart skipped a beat. Was there a hidden meaning behind his words? She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out, especially given the circumstances. The sudden shift from playful teasing to something more serious sent a wave of surprise through her body.

She turned away, trying to dismiss the moment, but before she could gather her thoughts, Zylan’s hand found its way back to her butt, caressing the spot he’d spanked earlier. His touch was so light, it felt as though he was testing the waters, waiting for her to react.

Her breath hitched as her heart began to race wildly. She tried to steady herself, but it was impossible. His presence, his touch—everything about him sent her into a spiral of desire she wasn’t sure she could control. "Zylan, stop," she whispered, her voice betraying her attempt at firmness. If anything, it sounded like she wanted more.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "This isn’t helping," he asked gently, his fingers tracing lazy circles on the sensitive skin of her lower back.

Naomi whipped around, glaring at him with what she hoped was a stern expression, but it looked more like she was pleading with him not to stop. "What are you doing?"

Zylan simply shrugged with a devilish grin. "Easing the pain," he replied, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction.

Naomi’s eyes locked onto his, disbelief written all over her face. Her heart raced, threatening to burst from her chest. "You can’t be serious," she said, her voice laced with both shock and frustration.

But from the way he looked at her, it was clear he was very serious. His gaze was dark and intent, his smirk slowly curling into something more dangerous. A slow grin stretched across his lips, and he finally spoke, his words heavy with desire. "I’d really love to see your bare butt... jiggle."

Naomi’s eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching in surprise. Did he really just say that? Here? Now? Of all times and places? Her mind raced, trying to make sense of his audacity. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She could only stare at him in disbelief.

"What?" he added with an unapologetic shrug. "It’s not bad to want to see my cute little wife’s big butt jiggle."

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, both from embarrassment and exasperation. Why was he saying such things here? Right now? This wasn’t the time, nor the place, and yet he was completely unbothered, looking as if he’d just paid her the highest compliment.

"And then I’d smack it hard as it jiggles," he spoke with an almost gleeful tone, his large hands slowly cupping her soft butt before pushing it upward. The motion was slow, deliberate. Naomi unconsciously moaned, her eyes widening as she bit her lip hard in surprise.

"More like it," he grinned.

Naomi could feel herself unraveling, her sanity fraying at the edges as his words replayed in her mind. This man was truly driving her insane, and the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. It was just her and Zylan—locked in this maddening dance of desire and tension. Every touch, every word, was another layer of the tension building between them.

Before she knew it, Zylan spoke again, his tone turning serious as if nothing had happened earlier, as if he had not just made her feel... ohh, "Let’s get ready." He walked over to the box area, retrieved the second box, and opened it. From inside, he pulled out a stunning royal green gown.

It was an A-line gown with an off-shoulder design. The upper part hugged the body perfectly, accentuating her figure, while the skirt flared out just below her knees. The lower section was delicately sheer, with a subtle design that gave the gown an air of elegance. It came paired with elbow-length gloves and see-through glass heels that added a touch of magic to the ensemble.

"Come on, let me help you with this," Zylan said, his voice warm.

Naomi stepped into the gown, and Zylan began fastening the straps. His fingers moved deftly, as though he had done this countless times before. Naomi raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity crossing her face. "You’re surprisingly good at this," she remarked, a tinge of jealousy in her voice.

Zylan chuckled softly, his expression amused. "Yes, I am. All thanks to my lovely wife here."

Naomi froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. Lovely wife? The words echoed in her mind, and before she realized it, her eyes began to sting with unshed tears. Warmth spread through her chest, and she felt as if her heart might burst from the overwhelming joy. She was still coming to terms with the fact that she was married to him—Zylan, the man who made her heart race and her mind whirl.

Without thinking, she turned to him, gently tugged his neck toward her, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. She pulled away almost immediately, her cheeks flushed.

Zylan laughed, his deep voice vibrating softly, clearly pleased. "Now I wonder who’s seducing who."

Naomi rolled her eyes but turned her back to let him finish with the remaining straps. Once the gown was secured, he knelt to help her into her shoes. Finally, he added the finishing touch: a set of shimmering jewelry.

As she stood there fully dressed, Zylan took a step back to admire her. "Perfect. Gorgeous. Stunning. Every word falls short," he said, his voice full of admiration.

Naomi blushed, her cheeks glowing pink as she lightly punched his shoulder. "You’re too much," she muttered.

Zylan grinned mischievously. "It’s my turn now," he declared, stepping closer.

Naomi looked at him, confused. "Huh?"

"Come on, Eaglet," he said with a teasing smile, "dress your husband."