My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 150: He Was Her

Chapter 150: He Was Her

Naomi woke up abruptly, as though a strange, invisible force had pulled her from the depths of a dream she could no longer remember. Her eyes fluttered open, lashes trembling against the light filtering through the room. The air felt thick—heavy with something unspoken.

Sitting up slowly, her gaze landed on Zylan.

He was kneeling right in front of her.

His jaw was clenched tightly, body trembling ever so slightly. Though his eyes remained shut, the way his entire frame tensed told her enough. He was battling something inside him—something deep and consuming.

Softly, almost hesitantly, she called his name.

"Zylan...?"

His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. There was a flash of something in his expression—shock, fear, and then overwhelming relief. He looked as though he hadn’t expected to hear her, as if her voice had reached him through a thick fog of despair.

Before she could react, he moved—swiftly, almost instinctively—pulling her into his arms. The embrace was sudden, intense, and desperate. Her hands hovered in the air for a moment, caught off guard. Then she realized—despite the large cloth draped over her, most likely his shirt—her body was pressed tightly against his bare skin.

She could feel his heartbeat against her chest. It was fast, uneven. His arms trembled as they wrapped around her.

He was shaking.

Whatever fear he’d been carrying had collapsed the moment she’d spoken.

Slowly, instinctively, her fingers slipped into his hair, running gently through the strands. She said nothing, just held him the way she knew he needed to be held. His breathing, once unsteady and erratic, began to even out.

"Good morning," she whispered.

A smile broke across his lips. It was small, but sincere. Zylan didn’t quite understand this feeling himself—this rush of emotion—but one thing was clear.

He was glad. More than glad.

So, in a voice that was low and still slightly shaky, he whispered back, "Good... morning. How was your night?"

Naomi nodded gently. "It was good."

She pulled away slightly, just enough to cup his face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed over his cheeks, guiding his gaze up to meet hers.

And then, without a word, she leaned in and kissed him.

It was soft. Gentle. Fleeting.

But it spoke volumes.

Zylan’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the affection. "Is something wrong?" she asked in a quiet voice, searching his eyes.

He shook his head. "No. Nothing is."

Then, without warning, he leaned in again—this time with intention—and captured her lips in a kiss so deep it made her breath hitch.

Naomi’s eyes fluttered closed, her heart stuttering in her chest. The kiss wasn’t rough or hurried, but slow. Deep. Passionate. It held every unspoken word between them—every fear, every longing, every piece of hope they hadn’t yet shared.

Her heart warmed, and she melted into it, responding just as tenderly.

In that moment, they looked beautiful—breathtaking, even. Like something carved out of a dream neither of them wanted to wake up from.

Their lips moved in perfect rhythm, like a symphony only they could hear. Zylan’s mouth parted as he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into hers, exploring her slowly, tasting her like she was the only thing that could keep him grounded. He sucked on her bottom lip, teasing her with soft licks, savoring every second.

And in that moment—between the trembling hands and tender kisses—one thing became certain.

Naomi had broken the curse.

As they slowly pulled away, Zylan pressed his forehead against hers. His voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.

"It scared me... I was so scared, Naomi. I thought... you were—" he paused, unable to finish. The fear was still there in his eyes, lingering at the edges.

Naomi didn’t need to hear the rest. She understood.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. His arms curled around her in return, holding her like she was something precious he couldn’t afford to lose.

Zylan’s gaze fell to the faint mark left on her skin—something temporary, but meaningful.

"It’s fine, hubby. I’m here," she whispered softly, her fingers curling into his back. Relief washed over her, just as it had washed over him.

She was his. His and his alone.

Later that morning, Naomi and Zylan sat at the dining table, quietly sharing breakfast. The atmosphere between them was calm and warm, yet something electric stirred beneath the surface. Every time their eyes met, Naomi found herself smiling without even realizing it, and Zylan would smile right back.

It was something new. Something deeper.

She had always been content in this place. But with Zylan, that contentment had evolved into something else—something she hadn’t known she needed.

Turning to him, biting her lip shyly, she spoke.

"I’d like us to go out... maybe for a movie. Let’s watch one together."

Zylan glanced at her with a soft smile. "Fine."

She chuckled. "But we have to wait until evening."

Zylan nodded once. "As you wish, my wife."

Her cheeks flushed as he said the words. Their eyes met, and for a second, everything else faded—until Ryland walked in, his expression troubled.

Naomi instantly picked up on it. His posture was tense, and there was something almost... envious in his gaze.

"Mr. Zylan," Ryland began, voice low. "There is an emergency."

Zylan straightened, his relaxed expression hardening. "What is it regarding?"

"It’s from the other country."

He went still.

Naomi felt the shift immediately, her chest tightening with unease. Whatever it was, it was serious.

Without another word, Zylan stood. Ryland bowed slightly before turning to leave, already aware this emergency would pull Zylan away for a while.

But before he left, Zylan turned back to Naomi. Bending slightly, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Naomi’s cheeks burned. The guards nearby quickly averted their gazes, pretending not to notice the intimate moment.

"Is something wrong?" she asked once more.

Zylan was quiet for a beat before answering. "I need to leave. I’ll be back."

She reached out, fingers curling into his shirt, stopping him. "When will you come back?"

His eyes darkened—not from anger, but the frustration of uncertainty. "I’m not sure of the date. But it won’t be anytime soon. Make sure to call me."

Naomi nodded slowly. Then, standing from her seat, she embraced him gently. His body stiffened at first, then slowly softened against hers.

"I want to tell you something," she said softly, eyes lifting to meet his.

He bent down, lowering himself to her level.

She leaned in close, lips near his ear. "I will always call you. So make time for me. And don’t forget..."

Her voice trembled. "Your wife is waiting for her husband to return."

Then, barely audible, she added, "I love you very, very much, Mr. Zylan."

Zylan had no time to react before she pressed a soft kiss to his earlobe. Then, slowly, teasingly, she nipped at it, her tongue tracing a delicate circle over the sensitive skin.

He froze.

Marked.

"You are all mine," she whispered.