My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 50: Too Late

Chapter 50: Too Late

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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Zylan was as caught off guard as he noticed the worry etched across her face. In her concern, Naomi seemed to have forgotten that she was still naked before him, vulnerable and exposed in a way that stirred something deep within him. Her trembling hands moved toward his chest, tracing the scar carefully, as though she feared hurting him even with the gentlest touch.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as her fingers glided delicately over the scar, the tips of her fingers brushing his skin like a feather.

Zylan’s gaze flickered down to her chest before darting back to her face, unable to hold eye contact for long. The innocence in her expression, combined with the genuine concern in her voice, stirred something primal within him. Did she even realize how utterly seductive she looked in that moment? The way her golden locks framed her flushed face, the way her lips parted slightly as she waited for his response—it was unbearable.

Each small gesture she made, no matter how unintentional, stoked the fire within him, making it hard to think straight. The contrast of her soft vulnerability against the fire in his blood was maddening. He could feel the heat of her skin against his, the way her body seemed to glow in the light, and it only added to the raw desire building inside him.

His chest tightened as he tried to focus on her words, but every time her fingers traced the scar, his mind would spin back to the way her body had felt pressed against his only moments ago. Zylan swallowed hard, his breath catching slightly as his fingers twitched at his sides, itching to reach out, to pull her closer again. The thin line between tenderness and lust was beginning to blur, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull away or pull her in even closer.

"No, Naomi... cover up," he murmured, his voice thick with tension, though he struggled to maintain his composure.

Naomi, however, seemed oblivious to the internal storm brewing within him. Her focus remained entirely on him, her gaze softening as she tilted her head in curiosity.

"Who did this to you?" she asked again, her tone laced with genuine concern as her fingertips lingered on the scar.

Zylan’s jaw tightened, his body a taut string threatening to snap. His mind screamed at him to remain calm, to focus on something—anything—else, but her touch and the sweet concern in her eyes were too much. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the flood of emotions and desire coursing through him.

"Naomi, f*ck... why are you so damn seductive?" he growled, his voice rough, each word strained as though it physically hurt to speak them aloud.

"Huh?" Naomi blinked, her confusion evident as she furrowed her brows. She had no idea what he meant. She wasn’t trying to seduce him—she was merely worried about him. Yet her innocence only made her more irresistible in his eyes.

It was then that the realization hit her—she was completely naked. Her eyes widened as a deep blush spread across her cheeks. Hastily, she turned to grab the towel, desperate to cover herself, but she wasn’t fast enough.

"It’s too late, eaglet," Zylan murmured, his voice a sinful blend of amusement and desire. His hand darted out, wrapping firmly around her wrist as he pulled her closer to him. Before Naomi could even react, his lips descended upon hers, claiming them in a kiss that left no room for doubt about the hunger he felt.

Naomi gasped against his lips, her body melting into his as his arms encircled her. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and consuming, leaving her breathless. Her heart pounded in her chest, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

Zylan carried her effortlessly, his lips never leaving hers, devouring her with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His strong hands gripped her soft, round buttocks, lifting her easily. Instinctively, Naomi wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against him. The heat of her pussy against his bare, chiseled abs sent a jolt through his body, igniting a fire deep within him that he struggled to contain.

The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance. Naomi’s mind was spinning, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. All she could feel was the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms holding her, and the raw intensity of his lips against hers.

As she shifted in his arms, her pussy rubbed against his taut stomach, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. She moved again, this time deliberately, her body betraying her as it sought more of the intoxicating sensation. Zylan groaned against her lips, the sound reverberating through her, making her shiver with anticipation.

Finally, he set her down on the smooth, cool surface of the sink. Naomi gasped softly as the chill of the ceramic met her heated skin, the contrast making her tremble. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. His pupils were blown wide with desire, his chest rising and falling heavily as he fought to maintain control.

Zylan leaned in again, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. Naomi arched toward him, her arms winding around his neck as their bodies pressed closer together. His large hands slid down her thighs, his fingertips brushing her skin with deliberate care. Slowly, he spread her legs apart, his touch igniting a trail of fire wherever it landed.

His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her pussy. Naomi gasped sharply, her back arching as her eyes fluttered closed. The sensations were overwhelming, her body responding instinctively to his touch. His fingers moved with precision, each stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through her.

Her soft moans filled the room, growing louder as he pressed deeper, coaxing more reactions from her trembling form. Zylan’s breathing grew heavier, his control slipping with every sound that escaped her lips. The way her body moved against his hand, the way she called his name—it was driving him insane.

"Z-Zylan," she stammered, her voice trembling as she struggled to catch her breath.

He leaned in, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin. Naomi tilted her head back, her breathing erratic as she gave herself over to the sensations. His kisses left a path of heat in their wake, his tongue teasing her skin with every movement.

Zylan’s fingers quickened their pace, each stroke more purposeful than the last. Naomi’s moans grew louder, her voice thick with pleasure as she gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Her body tensed as he added another finger, stretching her further.

Her eyes flew open, wide with shock and pleasure. A loud, trembling moan escaped her lips, her head falling back as she surrendered completely to him. Zylan groaned against her neck, his lips trailing lower as he kissed his way down her body.

His mouth found her chest, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipple before he captured it between his lips. Naomi cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as her body arched toward him. His free hand moved to her other breast, kneading it gently as he continued his assault on her senses.

Zylan glanced up at her, his heated gaze locking onto her flushed face. Her cheeks were rosy, her lips parted as she panted softly. The sight of her, so utterly vulnerable and beautiful, was almost too much to bear.

"You’re a temptress," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "A seductive goddess, Naomi."

Naomi bit her lip, her body trembling under his touch. Zylan felt his resolve shatter completely. His lips trailed lower, leaving a path of kisses down her stomach as his hands gripped her thighs. He parted her legs further, his gaze fixed on the glistening folds of her pussy.

His mouth descended, capturing her pussy with the same hunger and intensity he had kissed her lips. Naomi cried out, her hands flying to his hair as her hips bucked against him. His tongue moved skillfully, teasing her sensitive folds as he tasted her fully.

"D-don’t stop... Z-Zylan... oh, ah... Nnngh!" she whimpered, her voice trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as she rocked against his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as her body craved more of the pleasure only he could give. Zylan groaned against In between her thighs, the vibrations of his voice sending another wave of pleasure through her.

Naomi’s back arched as she moaned his name, her body trembling with need. Zylan pulled away gently from her pink pussy, his lips glistening with her arousal. He looked up at her, his gaze dark with desire.

Without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing her lips once more in a searing kiss. Naomi responded instantly, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Their breaths mingled, their hearts racing as they lost themselves in each other.

But then, Zylan stilled, his body stiffening as a foreign, overwhelming urge coursed through him. For the first time, he felt the undeniable pull to... have s*x.