My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 87: Whispers of Desire

Chapter 87: Whispers of Desire

Zylan was still stunned by her earlier boldness. He hadn’t expected Naomi, of all people, to say those words. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to process what had just happened. As he continued carrying her, still caught off guard by her sudden courage, he gently pulled back a little, his eyes scanning her face. He needed to see her more clearly—was she drunk, or had she taken something she shouldn’t?

"Are you...?" he asked softly, only if she knew how those words damn... this wife of his could effortlessly turn him on. Damn.

Naomi surprised him once more. Her voice was steady, unwavering. "No, I’m not," she replied quickly, though she herself had been surprised by her words. His hands were gentle as he laid down on the bed, her body still resting atop his. It was only then that he realized how close they were, how intimate the moment had become. Without thinking, he pulled her into a tender embrace, his face pressing against the side of her neck.

Naomi could feel his steady breathing, each inhale and exhale deep and soothing. A flutter of butterflies stirred in her stomach. The feeling was unexplainable—too many emotions collided inside her at once, and she didn’t know how to handle them. She had never felt so vulnerable, so alive, all at once. Her body was frozen in his embrace, unable to escape the comfort of his arms, even as her mind raced.

As she was about to close her eyes, giving in to the comfort of sleep, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She hesitated, the question pressing against her chest like a weight. It was too much to carry alone, and so she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.

"Zylan..." she murmured, her breath catching in her throat as if the words were fragile things that might break if spoken too loudly.

He hummed in acknowledgment, his presence calm and reassuring, like an anchor in the storm of her thoughts. He didn’t speak, but she could feel his gaze on her. He was waiting.

Naomi bit her lip, unsure of how to continue. She felt the weight of her own hesitation, but a spark of determination lit inside her. Slowly, deliberately, she spoke again, her words trembling but soft. She couldn’t stop herself. The question had to be asked, even if it scared her.

"Since our marriage... have you...?"

She stopped herself, her lips trembling as she bit down harder, as if afraid to say any more. Zylan remained silent, patient, but his eyes were filled with a mixture of confusion and something deeper—something Naomi couldn’t quite place. He was waiting for her to finish, even if he didn’t know where the conversation was headed.

"Come on, you can say it," he coaxed gently, his voice low, a little raspy from the weight of his emotions. The calmness in his tone only made her more anxious.

Naomi shook her head, the words caught in her throat. She couldn’t say it. The question was too raw, too vulnerable. The words felt foreign, a fragile thing she was too afraid to speak into existence. Her frustration grew, the pressure building in her chest. She bit down harder on her lip, the metallic taste of blood making her stomach tighten.

Zylan could sense her distress, the tension radiating off her in waves. Without thinking, he reached out, his hand gently cupping her face, forcing her to look at him. His touch was warm, soothing, but there was something behind his eyes—a storm that Naomi could never have anticipated.

"Naomi, stop. Stop," he urged, his voice soft but urgent. His eyes flashed with something she couldn’t quite place. He could feel the faintest hint of blood, and it struck him with a sudden intensity. A sharp, visceral feeling washed over him, a thirst he hadn’t anticipated, and it made his heart race.

But Naomi couldn’t stop. Her lips bled a little more, the crimson liquid trickling from the wound. Before she knew what was happening, Zylan leaned in. His lips met hers in a kiss, his touch gentle but insistent. Naomi’s eyes widened in shock. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him gently suck on her lips, his tongue brushing over the cut, licking the blood from her.

It was all too much. She was stunned, unable to process what was happening. Her body stiffened in shock, her mind reeling with confusion, but the warmth of his touch lingered on her skin, a heat she couldn’t escape.

Zylan pulled away abruptly, his breath shaky as he drew back from her. Naomi’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath ragged as she turned her head to the side, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You shouldn’t have done that," she whispered, her tone tinged with embarrassment, but also a strange vulnerability. "It isn’t... it isn’t hygienic," she added slowly, almost apologetically, pulling away from him just a little.

Zylan’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his hands gripping the sheets beneath them, trying to steady himself. He opened his eyes slowly and gently turned her chin to face him. His gaze locked onto hers, searching her face for some sign that she understood. Without a word, he pulled her back into his arms, resting his face against her neck once again. The scent of her skin—sweet and intoxicating—clung to his senses, filling him with a craving he couldn’t deny.

"It’s fine," he said, his voice soft but insistent. "What matters is that you’re not bleeding anymore."

But Naomi could feel the tension in his words, the unease that lingered between them, and she didn’t understand why. Zylan’s touch was tender, almost affectionate, but there was something in his gaze that unsettled her. He wasn’t telling her something, she could tell. He was holding something back, something he wasn’t ready to reveal.

Zylan closed his eyes, breathing in deeply, as if trying to regain control of himself. He could still smell the faint scent of blood, mixed with the sweet fragrance of jasmine that clung to her skin. But there was another scent, faint yet unmistakable—the subtle hint of grape. It made his pulse quicken, sending a thrill of desire coursing through his veins. He couldn’t help it. He was drawn to it, to her.

Before Naomi could fully relax into sleep, he pressed his lips against her neck. The sensation was soft, almost gentle, but it made Naomi’s heart race. Her eyes shot open in shock, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt him kiss her again, this time with more intention.

"Don’t move," Zylan whispered, his voice low, commanding, and filled with something darker.

Naomi froze. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him rest his face against her neck once more. His touch was warm and consuming, as if this was the only place where he could feel at peace, where the storm inside him would find release. But Naomi, unaware of the struggle within him, could only feel the pressure of his lips against her skin, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

The question that had been lingering in her mind for days finally slipped from her lips. It was a question she had been afraid to ask, one that weighed heavily on her heart. But now, in the quiet stillness of the moment, she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

"You’ve been gone for a week now... Why did you leave?" she asked slowly, her voice soft but steady. Her gaze was steady, too, but there was something searching in her eyes, something that begged for an answer.

Zylan stilled at her words, his jaw tightening as if he were wrestling with something deep inside him. He didn’t answer right away, and Naomi could see the tension in his posture, the way his body stiffened. The question had struck a nerve, and she didn’t know if she was ready to hear the answer.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice low and tinged with something Naomi couldn’t quite understand. His words cut through the silence, leaving an uncomfortable weight hanging in the air.

"It’s related to why you were drunk," he said, his voice laced with anger, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of indifference.

Naomi’s eyes widened, and instinctively, she pulled her face a little away from his, as if to better study his expression. A flash of pain passed through her own eyes, but she blinked it away before he could fully catch it. Still, Zylan noticed. He always noticed.

She didn’t say anything at first, only gently pecked him on the lips, her soft kiss an unspoken reassurance. But as she pulled away, she could feel the weight of his words hanging between them. Her actions were tender, almost instinctive, as she hugged him tightly, resting her face on his neck. But then, something shifted.

Without fully realizing what she was doing, Naomi gave his neck a slow, deliberate bite.

It wasn’t like the playful nibbles she’d given him before. No, this was different. The bite was teasing, almost provocative, a challenge.

She heard him groan, a deep, low sound that made her heart race. The sound sent a shiver through her, the vibrations running through her entire body, and she couldn’t help but follow her impulse. She trailed a teasing lick along his neck, just as he had done to her earlier.

Zylan stiffened beneath her, his body tense as if he were fighting something inside himself. His hand gripped her waist with surprising strength. His voice was slow, deliberate, as though he were trying to hold himself back.

"Naomi," he murmured, his tone a warning, but there was something darker beneath it. "Don’t."

Naomi pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a small, teasing smile as she met his gaze. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

"This is for making me worry," she said quietly, her words filled with tenderness, a softness that only Zylan would understand.

She paused, giving him a knowing look before slowly pulling away from him, shifting her body off his. The weight of the moment shifted as she moved, and Zylan’s control, already slipping, faltered further.

But Naomi, unaware of the effect she had on him, met his gaze with quiet confidence, her eyes saying things she didn’t yet understand.

She knew Zylan wouldn’t lie to her. She knew that if he didn’t want to share something with her, he simply wouldn’t say anything at all. It wasn’t that he was hiding things. It was that he respected her enough to keep his secrets—at least for now.

And that’s what made Zylan dangerous.