My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 22: Unspoken Desires: Scold You

Chapter 22: Unspoken Desires: Scold You

Zylan smiled devilishly, as if he had finally won. Naomi, however, was desperate for him to lift his head from where it rested comfortably on her lap. The heat radiating from his body, combined with the vulnerability of their position, was making her heart race.

Just as she thought he was finally going to move, he did the opposite—pressing his face even closer. He buried it against her lower abdomen, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Her body stiffened. He was so close to... oh, and she wasn’t even wearing pants.

Panic seized her, her pulse quickening as she realized just how dangerously intimate the moment had become. As Zylan leaned in even further, Naomi felt him sniff her. A shiver ran up her spine, and the words she had been about to say caught in her throat, frozen by the sheer audacity of what he was doing. What was he thinking?

"Are you trying to seduce me, darling?" Zylan’s voice was low, dripping with amusement as his warm breath seeped through the thin fabric of her nightwear, making her skin tingle.

"W-what? S-seduce who?" Naomi stammered, completely taken aback by his accusation. How could he accuse her of seduction? She was the one who felt utterly helpless in this situation! It was him—he was the one pushing the boundaries, and yet here he was, placing the blame squarely on her. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and indignation as she lowered her gaze to his head. His face was still nestled near her stomach, dangerously close to crossing a line. One small movement, and he would be...

"Please," she whispered, her voice shaky, filled with both uncertainty and longing. "You should stop this... we’re not married yet. We shouldn’t be doing things like this."

Zylan chuckled softly, and Naomi felt the vibrations of his laughter through her core. "Why else would my darling be using grape-scented products, knowing full well I’m obsessed?" His teasing tone made her blush deepen. She had completely forgotten to switch the product, and now she felt utterly trapped.

Her eyes wandered to his thick black hair, which looked so silky and soft. She wanted to touch it, to run her fingers through the strands, but she stopped herself. As if reading her mind, Zylan shifted slightly, sending her pulse into overdrive. Just as she was about to lift her hand, her phone buzzed underneath her pillow, yanking her back to reality.

Naomi blinked, startled by the sudden interruption. She lifted her pillow, fishing for the phone. Rose’s name flashed across the screen. Of all the times... she groaned internally. If she didn’t answer, Rose would assume something was wrong and keep calling. With a reluctant sigh, she swiped to answer the call, hoping to make it brief.

"Hello, Naomi? How are you? Were you sleeping?" Rose’s cheerful voice rang out, completely oblivious to the situation Naomi was in.

"No... but please, can you call me later?" Naomi quickly responded, her words rushed and clipped. She didn’t want Rose dragging out the conversation. Zylan was far too clever, and Naomi knew any extra detail might give him an upper hand.

Rose paused, her tone growing suspicious. "Naomi, are you okay? Did that bastard do anything to you?"

Before Naomi could respond, she felt Zylan chuckle again, his body still far too close for comfort. Gosh, why was he doing that? He was facing her..., his breath ghosting across her skin, making her heart race faster than ever. Her mind was a chaotic mess, trying to regain control over the situation, but nothing was working. She hated how calm and composed Zylan always seemed, while she was left flustered and off-balance.

"N-no... um... um, please just call back," Naomi stammered, her voice betraying her nerves. She hoped Rose would take the hint and drop the conversation. Her best friend, sensing Naomi’s hesitation, finally relented, though not without a slight tease. Back in high school and university, Naomi had always used "um... um" to shut Rose up whenever she found herself in a bind.

"Alright, goodnight," Rose said, her tone amused but gentle.

"Goodnight," Naomi managed to whisper before hanging up. She let out a sigh of relief as the call ended.

Zylan finally pulled away, and Naomi exhaled shakily, thankful for the sudden space between them. He lay back on the bed beside her, silent, his eyes closed. But why was he so quiet? Was he upset about being called a bastard? Naomi’s mind began racing with worry. What if Zylan didn’t have parents? What if Rose had unknowingly touched a nerve, reopening old wounds? Naomi’s heart pounded again, this time with concern. Though Zylan appeared expressionless, with his palm covering his face, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Of course, he had heard their conversation.

"Um... you don’t have to worry," Naomi began awkwardly, unsure of how to broach the subject. "My friend wasn’t talking about you..."

Zylan chuckled, the sound low and almost mocking. "Who said I’m worried?" His eyes, once closed, flickered open and turned toward her, a sly smirk curling his lips.

Naomi’s face flushed once more, and she quickly looked away. "Goodnight," she muttered, desperate to end the conversation. The intensity of his gaze was making her feel things she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. She turned her back to him, pulling the covers up as if to shield herself from his penetrating eyes.

Just as she was about to let out a breath of relief, she felt his large arms wrap around her waist. Before she could react, Zylan pulled her close, spooning her tightly against him. Her eyes flew wide open in surprise. What was he doing now?

He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear. His breath was hot, sending shivers down her spine as he whispered, "Now, I want to scold you."

Before Naomi could even process his words, his lips latched onto her neck. She gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the warm pressure of his mouth against her skin. The sensation was overwhelming—both gentle and intense. Her body reacted instinctively, a mixture of shock and undeniable temptation coursing through her veins. She tried to steady her breathing, but it was no use.

Her mind screamed at her to stop this, to pull away, but her body betrayed her, leaning into his embrace. His touch was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming. Every fiber of her being was aware of him—his warmth, his strength, his scent.

She needed to stop this before it went too far. But the more she tried to reason with herself, the more she realized she didn’t want him to stop.