[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 388: Serving My Husband Forever Begins

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Serving My Husband Forever Begins

Zayn’s head fell back, his back arching as the thick cock kept hitting his sweet spot over and over. "Fuck me, Daddy... please!" he cried out, his voice echoing in the suite.

"Fuck me... go deeper!" He began to grind his hips against Evric’s, meeting every powerful, upward thrust with a frantic hunger that only a husband could claim.

Evric reached up, pulling Zayn’s chest flush against his own and capturing his sensitive nipple in his mouth.

Zayn rode him with a wild intensity, his body sliding up and down the length of Evric’s cock while Evric’s hips bucked upward, driving deeper and harder. It was an explosive, soul-searing connection, the raw realization of everything they had fought to become.

Zayn couldn’t stop begging for more, his voice a broken melody of need. Evric, sensing the energy shift, suddenly pulled out of Zayn’s heat.

He led Zayn to the wall, the cool marble a sharp contrast to their burning skin. "Hold onto the wall, baby," Evric commanded, his voice a dark rasp.

He guided Zayn to bend forward, pouring more lube into his palm before stroking his iron-hard cock. With one steady, powerful motion, he thrust back into Zayn all at once.

Zayn let out a strangled groan, his palms slapping against the marble as he adjusted to the sudden, massive invasion.

Evric pressed a feverish kiss to Zayn’s trembling shoulder before he began to move.

The rhythm started slow but quickly escalated into a relentless, punishing pace. Every time Evric slammed home, Zayn’s ass jumped under the impact.

Evric looked down at Zayn’s beautiful, flushed skin and delivered a sharp, stinging spank.

Zayn moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. "Yes, Daddy... do it again!"

Evric didn’t hesitate. He grabbed both of Zayn’s hands, pinning them to the wall, and began to pound into him with a rhythmic thud... thud... thud that filled the room.

"Yes, Daddy! Right there... don’t stop! Keep going!" Zayn cried out, his voice thin with pleasure.

Evric was relentless, slamming into him with a raw, primal force. Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Please... keep going! Just like that!" Zayn’s moans were constant now.

Evric gripped Zayn’s waist, his fingers bruising the skin as he shifted into a faster, more violent gear. Bam. Bam. Bam. Every thrust hit a different corner of Zayn’s sensitive core, making him unravel.

"I need you, right there! That feels so good... More... please! Right here... Daddy, don’t stop now! You’re doing exactly what I need... I can take it... don’t stop!"

As the tension coiled to a breaking point, Evric reached around, his hand finding Zayn’s cock and stroking it with a fast, tight friction. Zayn began to sob with pleasure. "I’m close... please, babe, faster!"

Evric delivered a final series of deep, soul-shattering thrusts. With one last guttural roar, Evric emptied every drop of himself deep inside Zayn’s heat, while Zayn’s release sprayed hot against the marble wall.

They both collapsed into the rhythm of the climax, their bodies shaking violently until they were completely spent.

Evric stayed buried inside Zayn for a long minute, his chest heaving as he pressed his face into Zayn’s sweat-slicked back.

When their breathing finally slowed, Evric pulled out and gently turned Zayn around.

He captured Zayn’s lips in a soft, lingering kiss before pulling back.

"Thank you, baby," Evric murmured, his eyes holding a quiet, timeless devotion. "I love you endlessly. I will never stop loving you, and I will never stop telling you how deeply I do."

Zayn reached up, his hand trembling as he touched Evric’s face. "You mean the entire world to me, Evric."

Evric pulled Zayn into a tight, protective hug, his heart still hammering against Zayn’s back. Zayn’s eyes began to flutter shut, the heavy exhaustion of the wedding day and their intense passion finally catching up to him. He was a beautiful, spent mess in Evric’s arms.

"No, baby," Evric nudged him gently, his voice a low, caring rumble. "We need to shower first. We can’t sleep like this."

Zayn let out a soft, tired hum, nuzzling deeper into Evric’s skin. "I know... I just want to rest on your chest for a second," he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness.

Evric smiled, kissing the top of Zayn’s head. "No, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up in the shower so you can rest on me properly for the whole night. I want you to be comfortable."

Zayn let out a small, defeated chuckle. "Okay, Daddy."

Zayn lifted his shaky hands and reached for Evric, climbing instinctively into his husband’s strong embrace. He wrapped his legs tightly around Evric’s waist and tucked his head into the crook of his shoulder, letting out a long, contented sigh. He surrendered his entire weight, completely trusting Evric to take care of him now that his own strength had been spent.

Evric’s hands slid under Zayn’s thighs, securing his grip and holding him effortlessly against his chest. Before moving toward the bathroom, Evric tilted his head back, his gaze searching Zayn’s tired eyes.

"Give me a kiss, baby," Evric murmured, his voice thick with affection.

Zayn’s lips curved into a radiant, sleepy smile. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his husband’s mouth, a kiss that tasted of peace and new beginnings.

Satisfied, Evric tightened his hold and carried Zayn into the massive marble bathroom, stepping into the walk-in shower.

The warm water cascaded over them, washing away the sweat, the spilled wine, and the drying evidence of their shared heat.

Evric was incredibly tender, soaping Zayn’s skin with a gentle touch, ensuring every trace of the night was rinsed away until Zayn was glowing and soft.

Once they stepped out, Evric patted him dry with plush towels. He reached for the matching silk robes he had prepared, deep charcoal for himself and a soft, pearlescent cream for Zayn. He carefully helped Zayn into the robe, tying the sash around his waist before pulling his own on.

They climbed into the massive bed, the red petals shifting beneath them as Zayn curled into Evric’s side, seeking his warmth.

"How was it?" Evric said softly into the quiet, his fingers tracing the line of Zayn’s arm. "How did you feel about... tonight’s sex?"

Zayn hummed, pressing closer. "I enjoyed it so much. Honestly, I didn’t want it to end."

Evric’s lips curled into a smug, handsome smile. "You loved my performance that much, did you?"

"I loved it a lot, baby," Zayn admitted, his voice soft and sincere. Evric brushed Zayn’s hair back from his forehead and pressed a lingering kiss there. "Thank you, baby."

"You’re welcome, honey," Zayn replied, lifting his head just enough to press a kiss to Evric’s chest. "Is the reception over yet?"

"Maybe," Evric shrugged. "I’m not checking."

"I just need to sleep now," Zayn sighed, his eyes drifting shut.

Just then, Zayn’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. Evric reached over to check it. "It’s Liana," he said, handing it over.

Zayn picked it up, but as soon as he answered, the sound of Liam’s frantic sobbing filled the room. Zayn sat bolt upright, his exhaustion vanishing. "Liana? What happened?"

"Liam won’t go home," Liana said over the noise of the crying toddler. "He’s shouting for ’Daddy’ and ’Mommy.’ Meera only came to drop him off this morning and she already left, saying you should be the one to bring him back. He won’t stop, Zayn. I’m afraid if we take him home like this, he’ll cry all night."

"Where are you?" Zayn asked, his heart aching.

"Still at the reception, just about to leave."

"I’ll call you back," Zayn said softly before ending the call.

He turned toward Evric, but the moment their eyes met, he hesitated. He knew this night had been carefully planned, meant to belong to just the two of them. The words felt heavy on his tongue.

Evric had already caught enough of the conversation. He leaned closer, his voice calm but attentive. "Is everything alright?"

Zayn nodded quickly. "Yes—" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He paused, then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Babe..." he started, his voice low and reluctant. "Liam won’t go with Liana or his grandmother. And they said Meera has already left."

Evric didn’t say anything. He simply picked up his own phone and started tapping away at the screen. Zayn’s heart sank; he assumed Evric was annoyed. It was their wedding night, after all. He understood why Evric would want privacy.

"Babe, let me go downstairs," Zayn said gently, reaching for his clothes. "Maybe if I talk to him, he’ll agree to go with them."

He had just started to rise when Evric’s voice stopped him.

"Not tonight, babe," Evric said, his eyes fixed on Zayn, watching for his reaction.

Zayn froze. "Okay, babe. I understand." He tried to hide the disappointment in his voice. "I’ll call Liana... maybe a video call will calm him down."

"Not tonight," Evric repeated firmly.

"I’ll just text her then, maybe they should—"

"Bring me your phone," Evric commanded. Zayn’s eyes were already reddening with unshed tears, but he obeyed, handing the phone over. "Now, come here."

Zayn settled back into the bed, tucking himself against Evric’s chest while Evric rubbed gentle circles into his back. A tight knot formed in Zayn’s throat at the thought of Liam crying for him somewhere downstairs.

Moments later, a gentle knock echoed through the room. Evric glanced toward the door and murmured, "Babe, would you mind getting that?"

Zayn stood slowly, sadness weighing on his chest as he made his way to the door. The moment he opened it, his breath caught. Nuala and Liana stood there, and Liana was holding Liam, his cheeks wet with tears.

The second Liam spotted Zayn, his face lit up through his tears. "Daddy!" He shrieked, stretching his arms out toward him.

Zayn looked back into the room...