My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 47: Yes or No

Chapter 47: Yes or No

Naomi froze, caught completely off guard. She had never been this close to a man—not like this. The only person she had ever hugged, in fact, was Rose’s senior brother—the one who had always been her confidant, the person she could talk to and laugh with. But this? This was entirely different.

Zylan’s presence was overwhelming, suffocating in its intensity. Her chest tightened with uncertainty, her heart racing as she tried to process the closeness, the heat of his body against hers.

Zylan’s hand rested on her backside, his fingers firm yet maddeningly deliberate, tracing the soft curve of her flesh with a subtle teasing motion that sent ripples of heat through her. Naomi instinctively tensed, acutely aware of every inch of her body—her slim-thick frame, the curves she always tried to hide. Her backside, in particular, was the one part of her she wished she could shrink away. And yet, here he was, his touch intimate, invasive, the thin barrier of her underwear the only thing separating them.

She could feel his thumb caress the smooth skin beneath her underwear, the delicate stroke making her breath hitch. It was as though every nerve in her body had been awakened, and yet, she couldn’t pull herself away. Every instinct screamed at her to push him off, to stop this, but her body wouldn’t comply. Instead, her breath came faster, shallow, betraying the rapid flutter of her pulse.

"Stop... doing that," Naomi stammered, her voice shaky as she tried to muster some courage. Her heart pounded in her chest, the beating almost deafening in her ears. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, a flush of embarrassment coloring her face as she tried to maintain some semblance of control.

Zylan’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, a sound that made her stomach flutter nervously. "So big," he murmured, amusement and something darker lacing his tone. His words were not mocking, but laced with genuine curiosity and perhaps admiration. He seemed unfazed by her discomfort, almost fascinated by the way her body responded to his touch.

Naomi’s face turned crimson, her emotions a storm of embarrassment and confusion. Was that a compliment? Or was he mocking her? The thought twisted in her mind, and she bit her lip nervously, unable to make sense of her feelings. Before she could gather her thoughts, his hand moved further upward, trailing along her side.

"Ha... ahh..." The sound that escaped her lips was soft, breathy, and completely unrecognizable. Naomi’s eyes widened in horror, and her hands flew instinctively to cover her mouth, but it was too late. Her body had betrayed her, and her mortification deepened. She tried to turn away from him, but he was too close, his presence overwhelming, as though there was no escape. Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat a reminder of how out of control she felt.

Zylan’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey up her spine, sending a wave of shivers through her. Her body tensed with each touch, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Naomi’s eyes flickered with confusion, embarrassment, and something deeper she dared not acknowledge. Her body betrayed her with every movement, responding to his touch in ways that terrified and intrigued her all at once.

"Zylan, stop... whatever you’re doing," she managed to say, her voice trembling, but firm enough to mask the vulnerability she felt. Her glare was laced with defiance, but the involuntary sounds that escaped her lips betrayed her resolve. She felt helpless, exposed, and yet there was something else swirling beneath the surface—something she couldn’t quite name, but couldn’t ignore either.

His rich, low chuckle reverberated through her, sending vibrations against her skin. He leaned in closer, his chest pressing against her back. The heat of his body seeped into her own, making her feel even more exposed, trapped in a position she didn’t know how to escape from.

"This isn’t funny," she snapped, reaching down to grasp his wrists, attempting to still his hands where they rested just beneath the thin material of her nightwear. She wanted to feel empowered, to reclaim some control, but her hands shook as they touched his skin.

"What exactly am I doing, Eaglet?" Zylan’s voice was smooth and deliberate, each word dripping with a teasing edge that left her stomach twisting. It was as though he relished in her discomfort, savoring the vulnerability she couldn’t hide.

"You... you know exactly—" Naomi’s breath hitched again, her words dissolving into a quiet gasp as her body betrayed her once more. Before she could even register his movements, Zylan shifted them effortlessly. Her back was suddenly pressed against his broad chest, her legs now stretched on either side of his hips. The shift was smooth, almost predatory, and Naomi’s heart skipped a beat. She felt completely vulnerable, as if she had no control over anything anymore.

Her body tensed instinctively, but Zylan’s touch remained gentle, deliberate. His hands ghosted over her waist, his fingers tracing the edge of her nightwear as if contemplating whether or not to remove it. Naomi’s breath caught in her throat, her chest rising and falling erratically. The tension between them was palpable, like a taut string ready to snap.

He began to pull at the fabric of her nightgown, the motion slow, calculated, and deliberate. Naomi’s hands shot up to cover her chest, her breath coming in uneven gasps, but before she could fully protect herself, Zylan easily caught her wrists, holding them still with an ease that left her powerless. She tried to resist, to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. His grip on her wrists was firm, unyielding.

"It’s okay, Eaglet," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, but there was a dangerous undertone she couldn’t ignore. "This is our honeymoon—completely normal for married couples." His words were so calm, so persuasive, that Naomi almost believed him. Almost.

Her heart stuttered in her chest, a confused knot of emotions swirling inside her. Her mind screamed at her to stop this, to push him away, but her body... her body felt different. The tension, the heat, the confusion—it all tangled together, leaving her unsure of what she wanted.

Her nightgown slipped away, leaving her bare beneath his gaze. Naomi’s hands flew instinctively to cover her chest, her body trembling with a mix of vulnerability and shame. But Zylan, ever in control, caught her wrists once more. There was no escape, no hiding from him now. Her skin burned beneath his gaze, and despite the shame, a part of her wanted to let go. A part of her wanted to surrender, to let him take the lead.

Zylan’s breath brushed against her neck, and Naomi’s head tilted back slightly, her body instinctively offering itself to him. She could feel his lips just inches away, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers through her body. Her pulse quickened, and her mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaos swirling within her.

"Do you want to feel good?" Zylan whispered, his voice a deep murmur that sent a wave of heat flooding through her. Naomi’s lips parted, but no words came out. She was too stunned, too overwhelmed to speak.

Her heart thundered in her chest, the rapid beats drowning out everything else. A small, hesitant nod was all she could manage. She didn’t trust her voice, not with the storm of emotions that churned within her.

"Yes or no," Zylan pressed, his fingers brushing the curve of her waist, sending tremors through her body. His words, his touch, they had power over her in a way she couldn’t explain.

"Yes, Zylan," she breathed, her voice barely audible, but the weight of her confession hung between them. She didn’t know what was happening, didn’t understand how she could feel so exposed yet crave his touch in the same breath.

Zylan smiled against her neck, and though Naomi couldn’t see it, she felt it. The small, almost imperceptible shift in his expression told her everything she needed to know. He was in control, and she... she had no idea what was coming next.

With a quiet hum, Zylan pressed a button on the bed, and Naomi jumped slightly at the soft whir of mechanics. The ceiling above them began to shift, and Naomi’s gaze was drawn upward. The stars above them gleamed brightly, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the room. She blinked, momentarily captivated by the breathtaking view.

"Do you like it?" Zylan’s voice was quieter now, almost tender, a surprising shift from his earlier teasing tone.

Naomi nodded wordlessly, unable to form a response. The beauty of the stars above was overwhelming, but her attention snapped back to him when she felt his hands moving again. Slowly, deliberately, they trailed up her stomach, his fingers brushing the delicate fabric of her nightgown. Naomi’s breath caught in her throat as he continued, his touch burning against her skin, and when his thumb grazed her nipple, a sharp jolt of heat shot through her.

"Ahh..." The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the unfamiliar sensation overwhelming her.

"I do things differently, Eaglet," Zylan murmured, his voice a confident, almost predatory whisper. "So tell me, do you want me to stop?"

Her lips trembled as she struggled to form a coherent thought. But to her own shock, her answer came without hesitation.

"No... don’t stop."

The words hung in the air, leaving both of them momentarily stunned.