My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 27: The picture

Chapter 27: The picture

Naomi hadn’t expected him to say such a thing. Of course, it was natural for them to... consummate, but not in the... Oh, heavens help her. She glanced everywhere but at his face, her cheeks deepening to a darker shade of pink.

"Don’t be silly! What are you even saying?" she murmured, attempting to brush off his words. She sounded unconvincing, even to herself, as her heartbeat quickened in her chest.

But Zylan’s expression remained serious. "What I’m saying is, do you want us to have s—"

Before he could finish, Naomi unbuckled her seatbelt in a flash, leaning over to cover his mouth. Zylan stilled, clearly caught off guard, as her small hand pressed firmly against his lips.

"I know what you mean! D-don’t say the word," she stammered, her blush deepening from her neck to her cheeks, a warmth spreading across her skin that felt all too telling.

Zylan’s eyes glinted with amusement. She felt a jolt of surprise as he pressed a kiss to her palm, his warm breath against her skin making her freeze. She pulled her hand back, eyes widening as he chuckled at her reaction.

"So, what if I just wanted to say it?" he teased, watching her squirm. There was that mischievous gleam again, the look that always left her flustered. Naomi shot him a look that was meant to silence him, though she knew it was hardly intimidating.

She realized, in the awkward shuffle of reaching over, that she’d half-knelt on the plush leather seat to reach his mouth before he could say more. Embarrassed, she quickly sat back down, straightening herself and securing her seatbelt. Just as she did, Zylan reached over to unbuckle his own, relaxing into his seat with a smug look.

The airplane was now airborne, the steady hum of the engines filling the cabin with a sense of calm. Yet, despite the gentle sound, the tension between them felt anything but calm. Every subtle shift in his posture, each amused glance, seemed to draw her closer to a realization she wasn’t quite ready to face.

Not long after, Zylan walked into the bedroom area, looking as if he were deep in thought. He moved with that quiet confidence, his movements so graceful yet powerful. He lay down on the bed quietly, his face turned upward, the back of his hand resting on his forehead, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

Naomi still sat on the plush seat, her heart gave a small flutter. His gaze shifted to her slowly, his eyes framed by the tousled hair falling over his brow. Naomi’s heart began to race—why did he have to look so damn seductive right now? He looked like the King of Seduction, effortlessly pulling her attention with just that simple pose.

"Aren’t you going to sleep?" he asked, his voice breaking through her trance.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell if he meant sleep literally... or something else.

"No," she replied hastily, her cheeks burning as her own thoughts betrayed her. She quickly looked away, embarrassed.

To her surprise, Zylan didn’t press further. He simply let her be, closing his eyes as he relaxed back against the pillow. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, half expecting him to ask her to join him or say something teasing. But he stayed silent, and a small part of her couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. What was she hoping he’d do? Beg her to come to bed?

She shook her head slightly, silently chastising herself. When did she start having these silly thoughts? She tried to keep her eyes off him, but he looked so peaceful, so... attractive. Her gaze lingered, almost unconsciously, on his lips, her mind drifting back to their kiss during the wedding. Those lips had never looked so tempting. What was happening to her? Why did she feel this way?

She didn’t notice the faint smirk that had formed on Zylan’s lips.

After a long while, Zylan opened his eyes, only to find Naomi fast asleep in the chair across from him. He chuckled quietly, an amused smile forming on his lips. From where she sat, it looked like she had been gazing out the window, perhaps admiring the night sky and clouds. An unknown slight smile was on his lips as he stood

So, his stubborn wife was actually tired. Why hadn’t she just admitted it? He sighed, an amused glint in his eyes, and quietly moved toward her. She had fallen asleep in such an awkward position that he knew it would give her a terrible backache if she stayed there all night. Her phone had slipped from her lap onto the floor, the screen facing downward.

With careful hands, he lifted her into his arms, making sure not to wake her. She was light, her breathing soft and steady, her head resting against his chest as he carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down, tucking her in under the warm duvet, the soft fabric gathering around her like a cocoon. For a moment, he simply watched her, captivated by how peaceful she looked in sleep, the slight rise and fall of her chest bringing him a strange sense of calm.

Almost unconsciously, he reached out, tucking a stray lock of her golden hair behind her ear. Her hair was softer than he’d imagined, and he found himself running his fingers through it, breathing in the faint scent of grapes—a fragrance he’d ensured her products contained. He didn’t know why, but the scent suited her, fitting her perfectly.

With a small sigh, he pulled his hand back, steadying himself. Just watching her sleep like this was enough to make him feel hot, like he wanted to be with her just once in that way.

Why was he feeling this way? How could something so simple ignite such a fiery reaction in his body? Frustrated at his own reaction, he turned away, muttering a silent curse under his breath.

He walked back to his seat, shaking off the feelings that lingered. After some time, he decided to try and get some sleep himself. It was then he noticed her phone still lying on the floor. He bent down, picked it up, and as the screen lit up, he saw a recent photo—a picture of the night sky she had likely taken before dozing off.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he began scrolling through her photos. He knew it wasn’t right to go through her phone, but something about the glimpses into her world drew him in. Each image seemed to reveal something about her thoughts, her interests, her personality—pieces of her he hadn’t had the chance to see.

Meanwhile, Naomi shifted under the duvet, snuggling deeper into the warmth. She was still half-asleep when a faint memory surfaced—she’d fallen asleep in the chair, hadn’t she? How had she ended up here in bed, tucked comfortably under the blankets?

The realization jolted her awake. She blinked, trying to piece together what had happened. Slowly, her gaze moved to the side, her stomach dropping as she noticed Zylan sitting on the chair she was sitting earlier... holding her phone.

Her body ran cold as she watched him, frozen in shock. Her heart pounded as she hurried over, her hands reaching out to snatch the phone from his hand. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized he’d seen the picture she’d taken of him while he was asleep. She had meant to delete it before he noticed, and now she felt exposed, like some fan girl caught admiring her idol in secret.

Her lips parted, but no words came. She stood there, speechless, unable to muster the courage to explain.

"If you wanted a picture of me that badly, you could have just asked," he teased, that all-too-familiar smug smile curving his lips. It was a smile that both infuriated and captivated her, leaving her completely tongue-tied.

"Why...why did you take my phone without my permission?" she finally stammered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and indignation as she avoided his gaze. The sight of his satisfied smirk only made her more flustered, her cheeks burning as she tried to collect herself.

Zylan raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Why did you take my picture without my permission, then?"

Her eyes widened, realizing the irony. She could hardly respond, her heart racing. "Fine, I’ll delete it," she muttered, quickly navigating to the photo. Just as her finger hovered over the delete button, Zylan’s hand shot out, pulling her toward him.

She was caught completely off guard, stumbling forward as he effortlessly maneuvered her onto his lap. Her mind went blank as she realized where she was, her heart practically skipping a beat as she found herself sitting there, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him.

"How about I help you get rid of that sleep in your eyes?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper that sent a thrill down her spine. His gaze held hers, the intensity in his eyes making her breath catch.

Before she could fully comprehend his words, she felt his lips move to her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin. Then, without warning, his tongue traced her earlobe, hot and wet, as he sucked on it with a fervor that left her gasping in surprise. Her hands instinctively clutched his shoulders as a shiver ran down her spine, her mind swirling in a whirlwind of sensations.