Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 164: Her..

Rose’s heart stuttered as she nodded, her face already burning red—now turning an even deeper shade. She had never heard anyone speak so shamelessly, so smoothly. Yet she nodded again, desire pulsing through her. She truly wanted him inside her.

What surprised her was how she had never felt such an urge—such a deep yearning—for a man to touch her, to kiss her, to... do things she had only read about in mature novels.

"No, Rose. Say it. I want to hear you say it," Zethan whispered, his voice low and commanding—but every word rang clear in her ears.

"Y...yes, please..." she breathed, her voice barely audible.

A wicked grin spread across Zethan’s lips.

"That’s my wife," he whispered. And before Rose could process it, he gently pushed her back onto the bed.

Her lashes fluttered as her eyes met his. Zethan pushed his silver hair back, and it slid forward again, covering her face—heavens, that was maddeningly heart-stopping.

She lay there, completely bare, as his eyes roamed over her body. Slowly, he began to undress—never looking away. Rose brought the back of her hand to her mouth, swallowing hard in awe. When he removed his shirt, her eyes widened, her breath catching at the breathtaking sight before her. She even forgot she was naked—forgot everything, except him.

Then his hands moved down to his pants—slowly.

Her face turned scarlet, her body trembling with pleasure as she tried to keep her expression steady, but sweet shivers ran down her spine. What shocked her most was how fast he moved. Her eyes followed the motion as his pants dropped, and when her gaze finally reached his boxers—she froze.

His cock stood tall, straining against the fabric.

She gasped softly, almost in disbelief.

"T-Too... big," she whispered.

Zethan chuckled darkly. The rain outside fell harder, as if echoing the intensity between them.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled his boxers down.

Rose gasped—louder this time—her body jolting back in shock. Her breasts bounced softly with the motion, and Zethan’s eyes lit up with hungry amusement.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetheart," he murmured huskily, eyes fixed on her like a man starved.

Her gaze dropped again, unable to look away. He was large. Erect. Unreal.

"I-Is that r...real? Are you even human?" she breathed, the words slipping before she could stop them.

"No, I’m not," he replied lowly.

And before she could respond, he crashed his lips onto hers as they kissed deeply the sound echoed softly in the room and Rose moaned sweetly.

Every thought fled her mind, leaving only the heat between them. He pulled back slowly, his dark, smoldering eyes locking onto hers with maddening intensity.

"I’m going to fuck you sore, Roselina. Are you ready?" he asked softly, spreading her legs.

"Spread those pretty legs wider for me, sweetheart. I don’t take no for an answer."

Rose bit her lip hard at the sheer dominance in his voice she moved her legs. He moved closer, pressing the tip of his dick against her clit, rubbing her teasingly—slow and deliberate.

She gave him a pleading look, lifting her hips to feel more of him.

"Very impatient, huh?" he growled sexily as he began to slip inside her.

Rose squeezed her eyes shut.

"Open those eyes for me—I want to see everything," he whispered, and she slowly obeyed.

Their eyes locked.

"You don’t have to worry. I’ll be gentle... Oh, fuck," he groaned. "I’m going to pound you. Damn, you’re driving me mad—my naughty little bunny."

He dipped his head and kissed her neck hungrily, drawing out a moan from her lips.

"Moan for me, don’t hold back," he demanded. "I want to hear the sounds I’m making you sing..... Don’t—shit."

He began to move, and Rose screamed in pure pleasure as he finally slid all the way in.

"You’re so fucking tight," he growled into her ear. "I love it."

"You’re in my den now. No turning back," he spoke, his pace slow. Rose moaned as the slight pain shot through her—but was quickly replaced with pleasure.

"Ahhhn~" she moaned as Zethan began to move fast. Her hands wrapped around his broad, perfect back. Zethan clasped her hands above her head. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm once more as he began to move faster and faster. She felt like her mind was exploding with fireworks—every new one more beautiful than the last. Her innerthigh tightened around him.

"Ahh," she kept moaning, calling his name. The only sounds that filled the room were moans, groans, screams—and the loud slapping of flesh.

THAA THAA THAA

The sound echoed in the room—filled with pleasure and desire.

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Hours had finally passed. Rose lay on the bed, eyes closed. Her body was now cleaned, soft, and warm as it pressed against his. Though she was fast asleep, a new wave of desire pulsed through him. A quiet groan escaped his lips as he exhaled softly, brushing his fingers along her skin. Even in slumber, the feel of her against him was enough to ignite him all over again.

His eyes drifted to her face, quietly tracing every feature as if trying to memorize each inch of her. Slowly, his hand moved to her hair, fingers brushing through the silky strands of ink-black softness. A soft smile played at his lips—though it quickly twisted into a devilish grin.

"You’re in the devil’s den now, sweetheart," he murmured.

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Rose blinked slowly, her eyes fluttering open in a soft daze. The echoes of last night’s passion came rushing back, causing her face to flush a deep crimson. She turned instinctively—only to realize he wasn’t there.

The spot beside her was empty.

Her eyes widened. Where was he? Why did he leave? she wondered. Her heart squeezed as she turned around, hoping he was at the window—but he wasn’t there. Her gaze scanned the room.

Panic surged through her chest as she sat up abruptly. She looked down and realized she was now wearing a long, silky gown—probably his doing. Zethan. It had to be him.

Trying to steady her breath, she scanned the room again, heart thudding.

Did he leave me?

The questions swirled through her mind like a quiet storm.

Not wasting another second, she stood and hurried toward the bathroom to freshen up and search for him.

For some reason Rose couldn’t explain, her emotions felt all over the place. Why am I huffing like this? she wondered, confused by the heaviness in her chest. She didn’t know why—but when she woke up, she had expected to see him lying there beside her.

And he wasn’t.

She hadn’t expected him to leave her while she was asleep. She had... trusted him.

That simple absence... hurt.

Her lips trembled slightly as a dull ache settled in her heart. Why does it pain so much? Why does it hurt?

She had no answers.

After washing up, she quietly dried herself and pulled her hair into a tight ponytail. She slipped into a white gown—simple, yet graceful. The soft fabric flared as she moved, its elegance understated but undeniably perfect.

Just as she stepped out, there was a gentle knock at the door. To her surprise, a maid stood there with a food cart in hand. It was Zethan who must have sent her—there was no mistaking it. Rose blinked, confused. Hadn’t he said he would dine with me? Hadn’t he promised to stay by my side.

Not to mention those words—he had said he’d call her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Why send a maid with her meal?

Her eyes stung, but she fought back the tears.

The maid bowed lightly. "Queen Roselina, His Majesty ordered me to bring your food."

Rose’s voice came out barely above a whisper. "Where is my husband?"

The lady hesitated, turning slightly to the side. "His Majesty is... quite busy right now, My Queen."

Rose’s voice came out slow as she asked again. "Please. Where is he?"

This time, the maid bowed lower before answering respectfully.

"Queen Roselina... His Majesty is with his mistress."

Her heart stopped.

Rose’s eyes widened at the maid’s words. She gave a small nod, stepping back into the room in silence. The maid followed, pushing the food cart gently to the far table. Carefully, she arranged the dishes, and soon the soft aroma of warm food filled the room.

"Queen Roselina, your meal is ready," the maid said politely.

Rose nodded stiffly.

"Thank you. Leave it on the table."

The maid bowed respectfully before exiting, leaving Rose alone with the silence—and the ache in her chest.

Her eyes burned as she fought to hold back the tears. Why does this hurt so much? She had been through punishment before. She had faced all kinds of pain. But nothing ever hurt quite like this.

Was it because... she trusted him?

She bit her lip, forcing herself to move. She walked slowly to the table and sat down, eating quietly, methodically. The room remained still, too still—until the door creaked open.

Rose froze.

She didn’t need to look. She knew who it was.

Why was her heart beating this fast?

Zethan stepped in and silently took a seat beside her. A slow, amused smirk curled at his lips.

"Bunny... how are you feeling?"

She didn’t answer.

Zethan blinked, his smirk faltering slightly. Before he could speak again, Rose stood. But just as she turned to leave, his hand caught hers.

"You promised you wouldn’t see her. So why did you go to your mistress?"

The hurt in her tone made Zethan stiffen.