My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 117: Do You Want To Touch It

Chapter 117: Do You Want To Touch It

Naomi couldn’t quite believe what she had just heard. Had Zylan actually said that? Her eyes narrowed as she processed his words, and then, with a resigned shake of her head, she muttered, "Fine."

She walked toward the box and opened it, pulling out a perfectly designed and crisply ironed crepe-black shirt. Holding it in her hands, she glanced at him, her expression one of mock authority.

"Stand still," she commanded, her tone playfully firm, though her heart fluttered slightly at the intimacy of the moment.

Zylan, always one to tease, smirked and asked, "Wifey, should I bend?" His voice was laced with amusement, the hint of playfulness undeniable.

Naomi rolled her eyes, but she nodded, motioning for him to lower his arms. He slipped his hands into the shirt sleeves effortlessly, his movements slow and deliberate, as though savoring the moment. She began fastening the buttons, starting from the bottom.

His gaze never left her, dark eyes fixed on her every move. Her cheeks tinged with pink, and she forced herself to focus, but there was no denying the heat building between them.

As she reached the buttons near his chest, she hesitated for a moment. Her gaze lifted briefly, catching his intense, dark eyes. Heat rushed to her face, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. It felt as though time had slowed, and every movement was magnified under the scrutiny of his gaze. The air between them thickened, and Naomi had to remind herself to breathe.

Zylan noticed her reaction and grinned mischievously, the corners of his lips curling in that infuriating, irresistible way. He allowed her to continue, but as her hands reached the collar, he gently caught her wrist. Naomi froze, her breath hitching as his hand guided hers, the touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Before she could react, he brought her pointer finger to his lips and licked it, his hot, wet tongue circling slowly over the tip.

"This hand belongs to me," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.

Naomi’s eyes widened in shock, and she yanked her hand back, her lips parting as a gasp escaped. "You..." she stammered, at a loss for words.

Zylan chuckled, his deep voice filled with unrepentant amusement. "What? You make it so easy to tease you," he said, his smirk growing wider. He then added, "If I don’t tease you, who else will I tease, huh? Poor me."

Naomi glared at him, her cheeks burning hotter now. "Behave," she hissed, though the pounding of her heart betrayed her. Her pulse raced, her body betraying her in a way she couldn’t quite control. He was playing with her, and she didn’t know whether to be frustrated or intrigued.

It was finally time for her to help him put on his pants. Naomi carefully took out the perfectly tailored black suit pants, running her fingers over the smooth fabric, the texture soft yet firm in her hands. Her heart fluttered with nerves, though she tried to push them away. She couldn’t help but feel that this moment was more than just dressing him—it was something deeper, something intimate in a way she wasn’t quite ready to fully understand.

"Am I also putting this on you?" she asked, her voice soft and tinged with slight surprise. It felt odd to ask, but the question was genuine. She had never thought she’d be in this position.

"Yes, dear," Zylan replied slowly, his tone calm and reassuring, a slight chuckle in his voice. Naomi didn’t know whether to be relieved or nervous at how easy he made everything seem.

Naomi’s gaze lingered on him briefly, her heart fluttering in her chest before she quickly turned her attention back to the task at hand. This moment felt different—special. The way Zylan stood there, calm and assured, the way he allowed her to take care of him. She knew that this intimate exchange would remain etched in her memory forever. Something in the way he looked at her, as if she was the only one who mattered, made her heart skip a beat.

She bent slightly as she spoke, "Your leg."

Naomi still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that she was helping Zylan wear his clothes. At this point, everything about the situation felt so intimate, so close. Who would have thought something as mundane as putting on clothes could feel this personal? Certainly not her.

Zylan leaned forward, slipping one leg into the pants, then the other, while Naomi guided them up. It almost seemed as if he wasn’t doing anything, leaving her to handle it all. She pulled the fabric upward, trying to remain calm, but her hands shook slightly. Just as she started pulling the pants up, her eyes accidentally landed... there.

Her movements froze as her eyes widened. Whoa. The size left her utterly stunned. Was this what a man’s... Naomi blinked rapidly, her cheeks flushing as her gaze snapped away, but not before meeting Zylan’s amused stare. He was grinning—he had noticed her reaction.

Her blush deepened, and she quickly tried to gather her composure. She was mortified—mortified and inexplicably intrigued. What was wrong with her? Why was she reacting this way? She had to focus. She couldn’t let her mind wander down that path, not now.

Before she could fully recover, Zylan’s voice broke the silence, and it was so low, so teasing, it made her freeze in place. "Do you want to touch it?"

Naomi couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Her head snapped up, and she stared at him in disbelief.

’Did he really just say that?’ she thought, her cheeks burning furiously. Her mind raced, trying to process what he meant. Surely he was just teasing, but it didn’t feel like it. There was something in his eyes—something that told her he was dead serious. Her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his.

But then, her gaze involuntarily flickered back down, and her breath caught again. Was it just her imagination, or... did it just grow?

Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at Zylan, then back down, and then at him again, the cycle repeating as if her mind couldn’t process what was happening. Did his... thing... just grow bigger? What is this?!

Before she could stop herself—before logic and reason had the chance to intervene—her hand moved of its own accord. It was as if some unseen force had taken control, and just like that, she poked it.

Zylan turned rigid in disbelief, his body stiffening as his mind struggled to process what had just happened. He hadn’t expected that.

His eyes widened for a split second before they narrowed again, watching her with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine. Naomi’s hands flew to her trembling lips, as realization dawned on her.

At the same time, Zylan swiftly grabbed his pants, preventing them from falling any further as she had pulled away. Naomi blinked, her mind racing. What had she just done? Was that really... She had to be dreaming. She hadn’t meant to do that. She hadn’t meant to touch him like that.

"It moved," she whispered in disbelief, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them.

Zylan’s smile widened, his excitement growing at how adorably naive his wife was about these things. The way her innocence seemed to drive him crazy—it was intoxicating. And the fact that her curiosity had actually led her to poke him... damn, this woman really had made him insane.

"Yes, it did," he said, his voice rich with amusement. "It’s because of you."

"M..me?" Naomi’s voice wavered, her cheeks flushing a deeper red. "But I... I just poked it..."

F*ck, the way those words slipped from her lips—soft and utterly seductive—drove him wild. What made it go wilder was the fact that she had no idea she was doing all of this to him.

Her eyes darted back to it as her mind raced with realization. Was it really because of her? Did her simple touch make it grow? Her gaze lingered, almost hypnotized, as the memory of its hardness made her heartbeat quicken.

"Oh my... I didn’t mean to! I just wanted to..." Her words tumbled out in a rush, her disbelief evident as she stared at it, unable to fully comprehend what she had done.

Zylan smirked, finding her innocence even more enticing. Her curiosity, her bashfulness—it all added to the moment. It was like watching a child explore something new and taboo, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

"You don’t have to worry," he said smoothly. "He’s calm now. After the celebration, you’ll handle him."

"Him?" Naomi echoed, her wide eyes snapping to Zylan’s face, as if to confirm what she’d just heard.

"Yes, baby. Now let me finish this before we’re late for the birthday celebration."

It was then that Naomi realized just how much time had passed. They were getting late. Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts racing. It was hard to concentrate with everything that had just happened.

The intimacy of the moment had thrown her off balance, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to fully understand what was happening between them.

Zylan quickly zipped up his pants, fastening his belt with swift precision. Naomi’s eyes couldn’t help but move to... there. She realized it was now covered, as he had fully dressed. She tried to look away, but her gaze betrayed her, lingering just a moment too long.

"I’ve calmed him for now," Zylan said, his voice low. "But after this celebration, you’ll be the one to calm him, baby."

Naomi’s gaze shifted quickly, realizing she had been staring for far too long. Her face flushed, her mind racing with confusion and embarrassment. She wanted to hide, to shrink away from the situation, but Zylan’s presence was too commanding. He made her feel exposed, and somehow, she didn’t mind.

Zylan, sensing her embarrassment, gently lifted her chin, making her look at him. His touch was soft, but it held a promise—one she couldn’t quite decipher.

"You don’t have to worry," he said, his voice full of promise. "I’ll make sure you familiarize yourself with him."