My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 147: What Do You have Want

Chapter 147: What Do You have Want

Zylan remained silent, caught off guard. Of all the objects in the room, Naomi had chosen this vase—a simple, unassuming piece that most would overlook. It wasn’t extravagant, nor did it demand attention, yet she had gravitated toward it as if drawn by some invisible force.

His eyes lingered on her expression, watching the way her fingers brushed against the vase’s surface, the soft gleam of its ceramic reflecting in her golden eyes. There was something in the way she looked at it—a familiarity, a recognition.

Had she seen this vase before?

Naomi, however, dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it surfaced. Maybe she was just overthinking things. Sometimes, people dream of something so vividly that it feels real when they encounter it in waking life. But dreams were just that—dreams. Nothing more.

Shaking off the strange feeling, she let out a soft sigh and turned toward him.

"This vase is beautiful," she murmured.

Zylan gave a small nod, his gaze never leaving her. He could feel it too—an odd, lingering connection in the air between them, something unspoken.

Was it because she had grown used to him? Because their time together had slowly melted the barrier that once stood between them?

Perhaps.

A faint smile played at her lips before she suddenly moved—so quickly, he barely had time to react.

She ran toward him, throwing herself into his arms.

His body stiffened for the briefest moment before instinct took over. His arms wrapped around her as she pressed against him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. A shaky breath escaped her, warm against his skin, and he felt it—the way she inhaled his scent, slow and deep, as if grounding herself.

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

His grip on her tightened.

And then, just as suddenly, she heard his voice, low and deliberate.

"Are you ready?"

Naomi’s heart lurched.

A sharp inhale filled her lungs, her pulse pounding so loudly she wondered if he could hear it too. Could he feel the way her body responded to his words, to his presence?

’Of course...Zylan Reed after all.’

And then, to her shock, he chuckled.

For a moment, she wasn’t even sure if he had been speaking to her or to himself. But as the silence stretched between them, heavy with something unspoken, she finally gave a small, almost hesitant nod.

That was all it took.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Zylan’s hands moved. Gently, yet with unmistakable purpose, he guided her toward the bed.

"You’ve been so patient with me," he murmured, his voice dipping into a velvety caress as he urged her to sit.

Naomi obeyed, sinking onto the mattress, her breath catching in her throat as he stepped back.

And then, with slow, deliberate movements, he reached for his shirt.

Her eyes widened slightly.

He was undressing.

Button by button, his fingers moved with an agonizing lack of urgency, each slip of fabric revealing more of the sculpted perfection beneath. His lips parted slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watched her—never looking away, never breaking eye contact.

Naomi’s pulse quickened.

She had always known he was handsome—irresistibly so—but there was something about the way he carried himself in this moment that made her stomach tighten with anticipation.

His presence was intoxicating.

And then, his voice dipped lower, huskier.

"I’m surprised you haven’t left me yet," he mused, his tone laced with something almost dangerous.

Her breath hitched.

Why would he say that? Did he truly not realize the effect he had on her? The way he consumed her thoughts, her emotions?

As if sensing her unspoken answer, his smirk deepened.

The last button of his shirt came undone.

Naomi swallowed hard as the fabric slid from his shoulders, exposing his broad chest, the sculpted definition of his muscles illuminated in the dim light. Every inch of him looked like it had been meticulously carved by the gods themselves—powerful, flawless.

Her gaze traveled lower, her lips parting slightly as he reached for the zipper of his trousers.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

"You deserve all the love in the world, my beautiful wife."

ZIIP.

Naomi’s breathing grew uneven.

The sound alone sent a jolt of heat through her, her chest rising and falling in quick succession as the trousers slid down, revealing the last barrier between them.

Her eyes dropped to his boxers.

Her breath caught.

He was big.

A deep flush spread across her cheeks, her hands trembling slightly as they moved toward her lips. She knew she shouldn’t stare or maybe she should..., but the sheer size of him—the raw, unrestrained masculinity that radiated from his very presence—left her completely mesmerized.

And then, his voice shattered the haze of her thoughts.

"I will... f*ck you, kiss you, have you, claim you."

Each word sent a shiver through her, curling around her like a dark promise.

His gaze never wavered.

"I will tempt you, devour you, make you mine until you can’t walk... until you still beg for more."

A sharp gasp escaped her lips.

Zylan stepped forward, towering over her, his fingers moving to the waistband of his boxers.

"So tell me one more time..." he murmured, voice thick with hunger. "Are you ready?"

Naomi’s lips parted.

Her breath came in soft, uneven pants, her body trembling under his gaze.

And then, in a whisper so quiet yet so charged with need, she answered.

"I’m ready, Zylan... f-f*ck me all you want."

A dark satisfaction flickered across his features.

His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as her words registered, fueling the storm of desire that already burned within him.

She wanted him.

His body reacted instantly.

His muscles tensed, his breathing deepened, and in one fluid movement, he stepped closer—so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

And then—

To her shock, his boxers slid down.

Her breath caught.

Oh.

His cock finally came into view—thick, hard, and standing tall with sinful intent.

Naomi’s eyes widened, her lips parting in awe.

Instinctively, her fingers twitched at her sides, aching to touch, to feel him in her grasp. But she couldn’t move.

Zylan watched her intently, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers as his hand moved, gripping himself in a slow, teasing motion.

"Say it again," he murmured, voice thick with desire.

Naomi swallowed hard, her entire body burning, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

"I want you to f*ck me all you want, my love."

Zylan’s brain momentarily shut down.

Desire slammed into him with full force, and a wicked smirk curled on his lips.

And then—

Before she could even process his next move—

He was on the bed, pushing her down.

His mouth crashed against hers, devouring her in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

His tongue slid past her lips, teasing, tasting, demanding submission. Naomi moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as he controlled the rhythm, pushing her further into a world where only he existed.

He kissed her like he had all the time in the world—as if savoring every second, every reaction.

His body was hot, firm, solid against hers.

His eyes burned with something dangerous. Something raw.

Then—shra!

A sharp sound tore through the air.

Naomi barely had time to register what had happened before she felt cool air against her skin.

Her top was gone.

Flung away.

She gasped, eyes widening. "How—"

Shra!

Another swift motion.

Her trousers slipped away, discarded in an instant.

Her breath caught.

How could someone move so fast? So effortlessly?

A shiver ran down her spine, not from fear, but from the sudden awareness of just how strong he was—how easily he could strip her bare with nothing but his inhuman swiftness.

Her heart pounded, but she didn’t move.

Not when he was looking at her like that.

Their gazes locked, and an unspoken tension crackled between them.

A silent challenge.

A silent promise.

And then, he was on her again.

His hands glided down her waist, fingers pressing into the soft curves before sliding to her back, pulling her closer, pressing her against his heated skin.

Naomi moaned softly, her body melting into his as a wave of pleasure rippled through her.

Then—click.

Her bra came undone in an instant.

The straps slid off her shoulders, the fabric falling away, leaving her completely bare before him.

Zylan stilled.

His eyes darkened, his gaze raking over her exposed skin. Something primal flickered in his expression, a hunger so intense it made her toes curl.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips.

As if he had just unwrapped the most exquisite gift.

And then, before she could catch her breath, his mouth was on her.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as he took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over her sensitive peak.

Her back arched off the bed.

Pleasure coiled in her stomach, tightening, burning.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping, needing something to hold onto as his lips and tongue drove her mad.

At the same time, his other hand moved lower—teasing, exploring, pushing her to the brink of sanity.

Every touch was fire.

Every kiss was a promise.

She had never felt anything like this before.

And she didn’t want it to stop.

She wanted more.

Needed more.

Zylan’s lips began to trail downward, tracing a scorching path along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Her breath came in shallow pants, her entire body trembling with anticipation.

She knew what was coming next.

And she wanted it.

"Zylan, please..." she whispered breathlessly, her fingers tightening in his hair, desperation curling in her voice.

His lips paused against her stomach.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his possessive gaze locking onto hers.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Naomi swallowed hard, her body trembling beneath him.

She felt lightheaded, burning, completely undone.

And then, she whispered—her voice barely above a breath, but filled with raw, undeniable need.

"I want you... I want your cock inside me."