My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 131: Not In The Sightest

Chapter 131: Not In The Sightest

Rose turned to Naomi and spoke, "As promised, you will stay on the bed, right?"

Naomi simply nodded, her gaze fixed on the floor, her silence deepening the tension in the room.

Rylan spoke next, his tone clipped

"Lets go"

Rose immediately left, leaving Naomi behind, her heart sinking as she was left alone in the room.

Naomi stayed seated on the bed, her body still, her mind clouded by a haze of drunkenness. A heavy boredom had already begun to seep into her bones, pulling her down into the comfort of the bed.

She lay back against the pillows, letting her face rest on the soft surface, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like a heavy blanket.

The door creaked open, breaking the silence. Naomi barely reacted, lost in the fog of alcohol and her own discontent.

Without looking up, she mumbled, "Rosie, what took you so long?"

But as she sat up and turned, she was met with an unexpected sight—Zylan.

Zylan stood in the doorway, frozen for a moment as he took in the sight of her. Her cheeks were flushed, a soft pink against the pallor of her skin. Her eyes were heavy, a slow, lazy look that reflected the alcohol clouding her mind. As she caught sight of him, her eyes widened slightly, but then she turned her head to the side, a quiet gesture that confused him.

Slowly, Zylan took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Naomi. This was the first time he had ever heard of her being drunk, and a nagging curiosity tugged at him. Why was she drinking? What had happened to cause this?

He moved closer, cautiously, as if unsure of how to approach her. He settled down beside her on the bed, his presence filling the space between them. Yet, to his surprise, Naomi didn’t even glance at him.

His chest tightened unexpectedly, and his voice came out softer than he intended, "Naomi, you don’t have to worry. I’m here."

As he leaned in, Naomi suddenly shifted away from him, pulling herself further back into the bed. She turned her head, and despite the obvious haze of drunkenness that clouded her features, her gaze was sharp, determined even.

"Are you still... would you still be going back? Would you stay for the night?" she asked, her voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty.

Zylan hesitated for a moment, the question catching him off guard. He could feel her vulnerability in her words, the unspoken longing behind them. But he had his reasons for leaving, and he couldn’t ignore them.

"I will be going back," he answered, his voice quiet but firm.

A faint, painful smile touched Naomi’s lips as she nodded, the emotion behind it nearly breaking him. Then, without another word, she stood, her movements slow and deliberate as she made her way toward the door.

Zylan’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected her to walk away so easily, as if she had already accepted his departure. In a swift motion, he was in front of her, blocking her path just as she reached for the door handle.

"Naomi, what happened?" he asked urgently, his voice tinged with concern. "Talk to me. Did someone do something to you?"

Naomi exhaled softly, the sound barely more than a whisper as she looked at him with tired eyes. "Please, could you excuse me?" she asked, her voice trembling with quiet desperation. "I want to open the door for you since you’re leaving."

Zylan stood still, his eyes studying her, seeing the strain in her posture, the exhaustion that weighed on her like an anchor. He didn’t move, his heart heavy with the knowledge that something was wrong, something deeper than what she was letting on.

But then she added, her voice barely audible, "I don’t want you to leave."

Her lips trembled as she fought to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. Zylan’s heart clenched, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair as he watched her.

"I have something very important to do," he said, his voice strained as he tried to explain without adding to her hurt.

Naomi’s expression darkened, the flicker of hurt that crossed her face unmistakable. "Am I not important too?" she asked, her voice raw with emotion. "I know I’m selfish. I know I’m very, very, very, very selfish. And I’ll continue to be selfish... my husband."

Before Zylan could respond, Naomi threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. The force of her embrace caught him off guard, and he could feel her body trembling against his. He could tell she was holding back tears, her shoulders shaking, though she was doing her best to hide it.

He could feel his own emotions stirring, a deep ache forming in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. Just as he was about to speak, Naomi pulled away, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that made his breath catch in his throat.

She gestured for him to lean in, and without thinking, he obeyed. Their faces were inches apart, the space between them charged with a tension neither of them knew how to release.

And then, without warning, Naomi pressed her lips against his.

Zylan fell silent. He hadn’t expected this. She was drunk—her behavior was probably a result of the alcohol clouding her judgment. Maybe that was where this sudden boldness came from.

But as she pressed her lips firmly against his, her hesitation quickly disappeared. She slipped her tongue into his mouth with a boldness that shocked him, urging him to respond.

For a moment, Zypan was completely still, caught off guard by her forwardness. His mind raced, trying to process what was happening. Naomi, drunk, was kissing him—something he had never imagined would happen like this.

But as she kissed him again, pressing closer, silently pleading for him to reciprocate, Zylan felt his resolve start to crumble. He had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the pace of their relationship. But now, in this moment, Naomi was the one taking charge.

Their kiss deepened, growing more desperate, more hungry, like two souls starved for something they couldn’t name. The room was silent except for the sound of their lips moving together, the rhythm wet and heated.

Zylan’s hands were on her waist, but Naomi’s hands were now slipping beneath his shirt, her fingers grazing the skin of his chest. The sensation sent a shock of electricity through him, making his heart race faster.

Everything after that blurred together. It was almost like Naomi was mirroring his usual actions, but this time, the roles were reversed. He wasn’t the one taking control—she was.

He could feel his body responding to her touch, his mind fighting against the overwhelming desire that was building within him. But still, he held back, his mind screaming at him to stop, to pull away before things went too far.

"Ghrr" he groaned in pleasure

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his voice strained as he pulled away from the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps. "The way your touching me is driving me crazy. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back."

His body began to tremble with the effort it took to resist her. But Naomi didn’t stop. She was determined, her eyes locked onto his as if daring him to pull away again.

"I won’t regret it," she said, her voice soft but unwavering. "Not even in the slightest."

Her words hit him like a physical blow, and for a moment, he couldn’t think straight. His chest tightened, the weight of his own restraint bearing down on him. Naomi’s gaze never wavered, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and determination that made his heart ache.

"And I want this, hubby. I really want you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

Zylan could feel his resolve weakening, his mind warring with his emotions. But then, as if grounding herself, Naomi pulled back slightly and rested her forehead against his chest.

"But I’ll be patient," she murmured, her voice softer now. "I know you have your reasons for waiting. And I’ll be very patient."

Zylan’s body tensed at her words. He hadn’t realized how much she had been holding inside, how deeply she felt this connection between them. For the first time, he understood just how much this was affecting her.

And for some reason, his heart ached in response.

Even though it pained him to hold back, he now understood how hard it was for her to endure this, to wait for something she clearly wanted so much. Something inside him snapped.

Before Naomi could say another word, Zylan grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. Without hesitation, he kissed her again, this time more urgently, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

The kiss was deep, consuming, and everything else faded away. The world outside their small bubble didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the two of them.

When they finally broke apart, Zylan’s breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling with the effort it took to regain control.

"Oh, my dear Eaglet," he murmured, his voice thick with regret and tenderness. "I’m sorry for making you wait."

He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he gazed into her eyes.

"I promise you, when I get back... I will," he said, his voice soft but full of sincerity. "I’ll make sure to show you my room, but I want your first time to be special. That’s why I don’t want to rush this not in this state."

Zylan let out a deep breath, steadying himself as he looked down at her. "I’ll do my best. Just wait for me a little longer. When the time comes, I’ll make it unforgettable. I promise."

He pulled his phone from his pocket, typing something quickly before slipping it back in.

Then, without warning, he scooped Naomi into his arms, lifting her effortlessly.

"You’re coming with me, my wife," he declared.