My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 79: Her Boldness

Chapter 79: Her Boldness

The car came to an abrupt halt as Zylan maneuvered with precision, pulling smoothly into the nearest Road lot. In a fluid second, he was already at her side. His towering frame leaned over her, his piercing crimson gaze searching hers, as though he could peer into the depths of her soul.

"Eaglet," he said, his voice low but firm, tinged with concern. "You need to be very careful."

Naomi blinked up at him, her golden eyes hazy and unfocused. She shifted closer, her hand brushing against his chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it caused her own temperature to spike, her skin flushed.

"But I feel... so hot," she murmured, her voice breathy and soft, each word dripping with a dangerous allure. Her pupils dilated, the haze in her gaze thickening as she reached up to touch his jaw, her fingers lingering there for just a moment too long.

Zylan knew that the alcohol’s overwhelming effect was the reason behind Naomi’s newfound boldness.

She hesitated, then leaned in closer, her golden locks brushing against his shoulder as she whispered, "Don’t you?" Her delicate fingers slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet her. The scent of her scent mixed with the intoxicating warmth that seemed to envelop them both, making the air feel thick and heavy.

Before Zylan could react, her lips pressed against his—warm, insistent, and utterly unrestrained. The world seemed to disappear around them as the kiss deepened, a jolt of electricity surging through him, shattering the fragile restraint he clung to. His body tensed, and instinctively, he responded. His mind screamed for him to pull away, but everything about her, every little movement, every breath, drew him closer, leaving him with nothing but the chaos in his chest.

But just as the moment threatened to spiral out of control, Zylan caught himself. His iron will pushed through the haze clouding his thoughts. He pulled back slowly, his lips tingling from her touch, but he fought against the overwhelming urge to kiss her again.

"Eaglet," he breathed, his voice tight with restraint as he gently pulled back, his forehead resting against hers. "You’re drunk... don’t."

Naomi blinked up at him, her golden eyes still hazy with longing. She didn’t understand what was happening, or why it felt so right, even though she knew she should stop. "Why do you keep saying I’m drunk?" Naomi whispered, her voice trembling yet laced with a subtle defiance. "I only took a glass... just one."

Her golden eyes, hazy with longing, met his piercing crimson gaze. For a moment, Zylan’s breath caught in his chest. He could feel her desire, the heat radiating from her, but beneath it was something else—something darker, something unfamiliar.

He stared deeper into her eyes, searching her expression, trying to understand what was happening. And then the realization struck him like a thunderclap, its weight crashing down on him with sudden, horrific clarity.

This wasn’t just alcohol.

It hit him suddenly—the drug. A malicious, calculated act. Whoever had done this had known. They had planned for Naomi to lose control, for her to be overtaken by a relentless need. And worse still, the effects would only subside after physical intimacy. His jaw clenched, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The person behind this knew too much. They had exploited Naomi to target him—his abstinence since Noelle’s death centuries ago, a wound he had never healed, a wound that was now threatening to tear open.

Zylan’s face darkened, his fury barely contained as Naomi’s soft lips brushed against his neck, her breath warm and intoxicating. His body stiffened, every muscle aching for control.

"Naomi," he muttered, his voice strained, trembling on the edge of restraint. His thoughts swirled, an internal battle raging inside him. He could feel the shift in the air, the pull between them, and it was so strong that it almost felt like a force in itself.

Her lips moved down, leaving a trail of fire against his skin. Naomi’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as his touch seemed to light her up from the inside. His eyes widened, and he could no longer focus, the steady rhythm of his heart pounding in his ears, drowning out all logical thought.

She was drunk, or so he thought. But something deeper, something more primal, was stirring inside her—a need, a desire that had nothing to do with the alcohol. And it was driving her, urging her to pull him closer, to demand more.

Just as he was about to push her away, she whispered, her voice low and filled with desperate certainty, "I wouldn’t regret it."

Zylan froze. Every inch of his being screamed at him to stop, to resist, to hold back. But she was pushing him, pulling him in, and each word she spoke cut through his self-control like a blade through silk.

"Naomi—" he began, but she cut him off, her golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and defiance. She was drowning in the haze, and he was her anchor.

"I wouldn’t ever regret it," she repeated, her tone firm despite the haze clouding her judgment. "Come on, Zylan... touch me."

Her words were like a blade to his restraint, cutting through his self-control. Her body pressed closer to his, her breath mingling with his, and in that moment, he could feel the intensity of the situation building to a breaking point.

He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, trying to regain control, but when he opened them again, Naomi was already moving, her lips on his skin, her fingers tracing the outline of his chest as though she were memorizing every inch of him.

Zylan’s resolve was slipping. His body was betraying him, and he knew that if he didn’t stop this now, they would be lost in each other, consumed by the fire that was burning between them.

Just then, Zylan’s lips gently latched onto hers again, and Naomi moaned softly, her eyes widening in surprise. She felt the warmth of his kiss, her body reacting slowly, a tingling sensation spreading through her as if she had been set aflame from the inside. She moaned again, this time a little louder, as Zylan continued to kiss her, his touch growing more insistent. His lips remained on hers, soft yet demanding, and then they began to trail down to her neck. Naomi shivered, her breath hitching as his lips moved lower, each touch igniting a new wave of heat inside her.

Before she could fully process it, Zylan’s hand had already loosened the strap of her gown. His other hand rested on her leg, slowly moving upward, tracing the smooth skin of her thigh. Naomi’s eyes widened even more as she instinctively parted her legs, inviting him closer.

His hand moved higher, his touch gentle yet persistent, stopping just between her thighs. He slipped his hand under her panties, and Naomi gasped, feeling his fingers brush against her most sensitive area. She moaned again, this time with more urgency, as his touch deepened, his fingers slipping into her folds. Zylan’s other hand joined in, his touch tender but forceful, moving in a rhythm that made Naomi’s body tremble in response.

The sound of her moans filled the air, and before she could fully grasp what was happening, her gown had slipped away, its fabric falling in a heap on the floor. Zylan had removed it with surprising ease, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. His fingers worked quickly, unbuckling her bra as his lips never left her skin. His kisses were soft, teasing, and as they moved lower, Naomi felt a wave of heat course through her body, pooling in places she couldn’t control.

She gasped, the intensity of the moment consuming her. "Agghhh, nghhh," she moaned softly, her hands trembling as she pushed herself closer to him. His hand continued to move, exploring her with a steady rhythm while his mouth worked its magic on her breast. Naomi’s hips began to move with him, following the rhythm he set, her body responding to him in ways she couldn’t control.

Zylan’s lips moved lower, trailing down her abdomen. Naomi let out a loud scream as she felt his finger gently pinch her clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. His lips continued to travel lower, stopping just above her lower abdomen, and he widened her legs, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Shraaaa." The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room. His gaze snapped to Naomi, whose wide eyes met his, shimmering with a mix of surprise and seduction. Her parted lips beckoned him as her hips shifted slightly, her legs spreading wider, drawing his attention like a magnetic force.

"So naughty," Zylan murmured, his voice a dark promise. He lowered his head, his mouth latching to her most intimate area. He gave her a slow, deliberate lick, savoring every moment, as if she were the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted. Naomi pressed her face into his, pushing her hips toward him as his tongue explored her with a delicate yet insistent rhythm. His fingers continued to work in harmony with his tongue, sending Naomi into a spiral of pleasure.

"Aghhh," Naomi moaned softly, her body trembling, the slow, steady pace driving her closer and closer to the edge.

And then he stilled when he heard her say slowly, "I want us to do it."