[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 349: I Take Away is Last Breath

~Evric’s POV~

I didn’t waste another second. I leaned in, my breath hot against his sensitive skin. I started at the very tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the crown, teasing the bead of moisture there.

"Ah... fuck, Evric," he gasped, his hips giving a small, involuntary jerk.

I moved lower, taking the entire length into my mouth. I used a deep, rhythmic suction, my tongue working against the underside of his shaft. Zayn’s reaction was immediate; his head thrashed against the pillows, and a loud, melodic moan echoed through the room.

"Yes! Right there! Oh god, you’re so good at that... Daddy, keep going!"

I let my hands wander, my fingers tracing the insides of his thighs to keep him open and vulnerable. I moved my mouth away from his cock for a moment, sliding down to the tight, puckered entrance that I had just thoroughly claimed. I began to swirl my tongue around his hole, tasting the lube and the scent of our shared intimacy.

Zayn let out a piercing cry, his legs shaking. "Evric! What are you... Oh, fuck! It’s too much! It feels too good!"

I didn’t stop. I alternated between the two, using my tongue to worship his entrance and then moving back up to take his cock deep into my throat.

Every time I sank my mouth over him, Zayn’s moans became more frantic. He reached down, his hands finding my hair, not to pull me away, but to guide me, his fingers anchoring me as he pushed himself deeper into my mouth.

"Take it all... take it for me," he sobbed, his voice a broken mess of naughty, sweet names. "You’re my King, Evric... you’re my everything. Suck it... please, just like that!"

The pressure was building. I could feel him nearing another peak, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in sharp, jagged whistles. I increased the suction, my tongue flicking rapidly against him as I hummed deep in my throat, the vibration making him wail.

He was crying now, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming pressure of the pleasure.

"It’s too sweet! Daddy, I’m going to... I’m going to cum!"

He gripped my head with both hands, his fingers tangling deep into my hair as his hips bucked upward in a desperate, rhythmic search for more.

"Faster, please! I’m so close—Evric, faster!" he sobbed, his voice breaking as he began to use his strength to control the movement of my head, pulling me deeper against him.

His entire body was vibrating, every muscle in his core taut and defined as he surged toward the peak. The tears were streaming down continuously, hot and real. "Please... fuck, please! This is too good... It’s too sweet, I can’t handle it!"

I reached down, sliding two fingers into his slick, sensitive entrance while my mouth worked in a frantic, punishing suction. The dual sensation was the breaking point. Zayn lost all control; his breath hitched in his throat, his chest heaving as he hovered on the edge of a blackout.

"I’m cumming, babe! I’m right there... It’s here!"

"Yes, baby... cum for me," I murmured against his skin, the vibration of my voice making him wail.

He gripped my hair with a final, bruising strength as he hit his limit once again. He let out a long, shattered cry as he spilled everything into my mouth. I didn’t move. I stayed right there, anchoring him, taking every drop of his release and refusing to let go until his body finally went limp.

He fell back into the pillows, his chest rising and falling in jagged, heavy heaves. The room was filled with the sound of his labored breathing, a symphony of a man who had been completely undone and put back together.

His eyes were half-closed, glazed with a mixture of shock and pure, unadulterated bliss, and the tears still shimmering in the corners of his eyes were no longer from pain or shame, they were tears of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

I looked at him and, for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was looking at my true home. He was my man, my joy, my everything, the quiet anchor in my storm and the source of my everyday happiness. He was the piece of me I never knew was missing until I found him.

I climbed onto the bed, leaning over him, my hand gently brushing away his tears, after I captured his lips in a kiss that was deeper and more tender than anything that had come before. When I finally pulled back, I brushed a damp stray hair from his forehead, my voice thick with emotion.

"I love what we did tonight," I whispered. "I’ll be honest with you, Zayn. I’ve always valued our intimacy, but tonight... tonight was everything I ever imagined we could be. It was special. It was perfect." I leaned closer, my lips grazing his ear. "Thank you so much, baby. I will never take your submission or your trust for granted. I will always value and cherish you."

"I love you, Zayn."

He looked up at me, his eyes softening into a gaze of pure devotion. "I love you more, Evric."

"I love you so much," I repeated, my heart swelling. "You are my answered prayer."

"And you mean everything to me," he replied, his voice a hoarse, beautiful rasp. "I will always value you, respect you, and put you first from now on."

"Kiss me," I breathed.

Zayn leaned up, meeting me halfway, sealing our promises with a slow, sweet kiss that tasted like a fresh start.

"We should shower, baby," I said softly after a moment.

"Okay, babe," he murmured, his body loose and weighed down by exhaustion. I helped him to his feet, steadying him as we made our way to the bathroom. I washed him carefully, then myself, my hands moving with a reverent, deliberate touch. When we were done, I stepped out to dry him off and laid out a soft set of nightwear for him.

By the time we were both dressed, Zayn headed straight for the bed, his eyelids drooping. Just as he settled under the covers, he looked at me with a tired smile. "Water? Please, Babe?"

"Of course, baby."

I went downstairs, the house quiet and still. By the time I returned with the glass, the room was silent. Zayn had already drifted off, his face peaceful and relaxed for the first time in days. I set the water on the nightstand and leaned over, kissing his forehead and softly stroking his hair.

"You’ll get used to it with time," I whispered to his sleeping form. "I love you so much, baby."

"You’ll get used to it with time," I whispered to his sleeping form. "I love you so much."

I climbed into bed beside him, pulling his warm body flush against mine. I wrapped my arms around him, tucking his head under my chin as I held him close.

In the quiet of the night, with my heart finally at peace, I leaned down and pressed one last, lingering kiss to his forehead. A small, contented smile spread across my lips as I looked at his sleeping face.

"Thank you," I whispered into the darkness, my voice a soft tether between us. "And I’m sorry if it was too much, baby... I only want to experience these depths with you. I hope you forgive me."

I held him a little tighter, cherishing the weight of him against my chest. I gave him one final, feather-light kiss, and then, wrapped in the warmth of our shared surrender, I followed him into a deep and dreamless sleep.