My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 48: Whispers of Surrender

Chapter 48: Whispers of Surrender

*WARNING*

This Chapter contains mature content. Please skip this Chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.

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Naomi felt her body shiver under Zylan’s touch. The heat of his hand on her soft breast made her gasp, her cheeks flushing deeply. The sensation was foreign, almost overwhelming, yet her body reacted instinctively. Her head tilted back, her golden hair spilling against his chest as her half-lidded gaze wandered to the ceiling. The air between them was thick, heavy, intoxicating.

Zylan’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. "Very well then," he murmured, his deep voice sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body. His fingers squeezed her gently, kneading her flesh as if testing her responses.

Naomi moaned softly, her lips parting as unfamiliar sounds escaped her. It wasn’t just what he was doing; it was how he did it—slowly, deliberately, as though he wanted to memorize every reaction she gave. Her trembling fingers clutched at his shirt beneath her, and for a moment, all she could feel was him.

"I work with my hands first," he whispered, his breath grazing her ear, "then my mouth."

Her breath hitched at his words. The way he spoke to her was unlike anything she’d ever heard—seductive, commanding, yet strangely comforting. His hand slid down to her stomach, the touch igniting a trail of fire along her skin. With his other hand, he pushed the duvet aside, exposing her completely to his gaze.

Naomi barely had time to process before he gently parted her legs, his actions slow yet decisive.

"Ahhh—!" she gasped, her back arching slightly at the sensation of his fingers brushing against her. Her hand flew instinctively to his, attempting to stop him, but instead, she ended up pressing down on his hand. The soft, unintentional pressure sent a shudder through her, and a breathy moan escaped her lips.

Zylan chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and desire. "Such a naive little one," he teased, his voice low and husky.

Naomi’s cheeks burned hotter, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She wanted to speak, to ask what he was doing to her, but her voice seemed lost.

"I’ll be gentle, baby girl," he promised, his tone soothing, though the heat in his gaze betrayed his own restraint.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths shallow and shaky as she nodded. She didn’t know why she trusted him, but in this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to resist. Slowly, she pulled her hands away, leaving herself vulnerable to him.

"That’s my eaglet," he murmured, the nickname rolling off his tongue like honey.

With that, he slid his middle finger against her core, the sensation making her gasp loudly. Her legs instinctively began to close, but Zylan was quick to hold her in place, his strong hands firm yet gentle. Naomi clutched at his shirt, her fingers curling tightly into the fabric as pleasure coursed through her.

The sounds she made—soft, breathy, unrestrained—drove Zylan wild. She turned her head to the side, biting her lip as her golden lashes fluttered. He added another finger, his movements deliberate yet careful, coaxing more reactions from her.

"Nnghh—ahhh," Naomi moaned, her voice trembling as her back arched further.

Zylan’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched her. "Don’t hold back that voice of yours," he said, his tone thick with longing. "You’re my private singer now."

Naomi barely registered his words, her mind consumed by the unfamiliar yet addictive sensations. Her body moved on its own, reacting to every touch, every movement. Her lips parted as she let out a louder, sweeter moan, her head tilting back as pleasure overwhelmed her.

"F*ck," Zylan muttered under his breath, unable to tear his gaze away from her. She was breathtaking—her innocence, her vulnerability, the way her body responded to him without hesitation.

Without her realizing, the panties she had been wearing were no longer there. Zylan worked quickly, his movements smooth and practiced. Naomi blinked, her mind struggling to catch up, only to find herself fully bare on top of him.

Her breath caught in her throat as Zylan shifted, turning her so she sat on his chest. Her legs were spread, her knees resting on either side of him, while her bare bottom pressed against his firm chest.

Naomi’s hands instinctively moved to cover herself, her embarrassment flaring as she realized how exposed she was. She glanced down at him, her golden eyes wide with uncertainty.

Zylan smirked, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he spoke. "Be a good girl and kneel on my face."

Her eyes widened, heat flooding her cheeks at his audacious words. Kneel on his face? What did he mean? She hesitated, her hands gripping the sheets nervously.

"Don’t worry," he said, his voice soft yet commanding. "Trust me. I told you, my things are different."

Naomi swallowed hard, her body trembling as she slowly obeyed. She shifted her position, her knees resting on either side of his head as she hovered above him. Her cheeks burned brighter, the vulnerability of the moment making her heart race.

"Good girl," he praised, his hands resting on her thighs as he guided her closer.

Naomi shivered as his breath fanned against her sensitive skin. The sensation sent a spark through her, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She lowered herself hesitantly, her gaze flitting to his as she tried to understand what he was doing.

As soon as she felt his lips press against her, her body jolted with pleasure. A gasp escaped her, followed by a soft, breathy moan. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced—intense, electrifying, and utterly consuming.

"You smell so sweet," Zylan murmured against her, his voice vibrating against her skin.

Naomi’s hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her body trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to pull away, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations, but he held her firmly in place.

"Now sit on my face, baby girl," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Naomi hesitated for only a moment before doing as he asked. She lowered herself fully, her body melting into his touch as his tongue began to explore her.

A cry of pleasure escaped her lips, her head falling back as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her innocence, her inexperience—none of it seemed to matter. In this moment, all she could feel was him.

Zylan’s hands gripped her waist, holding her steady as he continued his ministrations. He took his time, savoring every reaction, every sound she made. Her moans grew louder, sweeter, filling the room with a melody that drove him further into madness.

Naomi’s lashes fluttered as she turned her head, her golden eyes meeting his for a brief moment. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine, her body arching as she lost herself in the pleasure he gave her.

Before she knew it, Naomi began to move her hips slowly, steady and deliberate. She could feel his lips on her skin, slightly shifting as if surprised by her movements, but she paid it no mind. It was obvious he was smiling, his satisfaction evident in the way his lips curved against her. Her heartbeat quickened with every subtle motion, a rhythm that grew more intense as she continued, slow yet steady.

His hands finally held her as he maneuvered her, positioning her so she was now lying flat, and he was on top of her. His lips crashed onto hers, causing Naomi’s eyes to widen in surprise. She could feel her breath hitch in her chest, but despite the shock, she kissed him back, her passion intensifying in his mouth. Zylan seemed to savor the growing intensity of her response, his pleasure deepening with each movement.

He pulled away gently, grazing her lips with his teeth before lowering his mouth to her breast. He kissed it slowly, savoring every inch of her skin before sucking on her nipple. His mouth hovered there, giving it a deliberate, slow bite that made Naomi gasp.

"Zylan... ahhh... Zylan..." she moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and vulnerability.

He had never felt this way in a long time.

As he continued to suck on her nipples, he spread her legs, his hands slipping inside of her. He quickened his pace, feeling her move her hips in rhythm with his waist. Her breathless moan escaped as she spoke, her words barely a whisper through the intensity of the moment as she shuddered in pleasure.

"I want you, Zylan..."

The words slipped from her lips, hanging in the air like a delicate confession. He froze, his body rigid with surprise. For a moment, his face was unreadable, but then a dark smile curved his lips. His gaze shifted to the empty space before him, lost in thought. Slowly, he returned his attention to her, his earlier intensity giving way to an unsettling calm as she trembled and cried out in pleasure.

"I don’t do s*x," he murmured, his voice so low it was nearly lost in the silence. The words seemed meant for himself, carrying a weight of resolve.

But before he could fully process the moment, he realized she had already fallen asleep, her breathing steady and peaceful.

Little did he know, those words had reached her ears before she slipped into unconsciousness.