Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 68: Inside You

Zethan's eyes drifted shut as he felt Lilia's delicate fingers threading through his hair. The sensation was inexplicably soothing, yet it sent a strange warmth through him that he couldn't quite explain. Her small hands moved gently, each stroke making him more relaxed, and for a moment, he let himself enjoy it.

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Lilia, fully engrossed in her task, smiled slowly as she spoke. "It seems you're not taking this punishment seriously."

Zethan remained silent, his lips curving into a slow grin. "Oh, I am," he murmured, his voice low due to the sensation. "I'm just giving you a little reminder."

Lilia tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "A reminder, huh?" she mused before letting out a soft chuckle. "I see."

Oh, the way she chuckled—why did it feel so soothing? No, even more than that, as if it added another layer of comfort. And the way she massaged his hair... it felt too natural, too effortless, as if she had practiced it countless times before.

Her fingers continued their gentle exploration of his silver hair, her fascination evident. She had never seen hair like his before—it was too perfect, too mesmerizing. Her touch lingered for a moment longer, but just as Zethan was beginning to lose himself in the sensation, she suddenly stopped.

His eyes snapped open slightly, confused by the sudden loss of contact as he frowned. Lilia, however, was already stepping away. She walked over to the table, setting the hairdryer down with deliberate care, before turning back to him. Slowly, she approached, stopping directly in front of where he sat.

Without hesitation, she stepped between his legs, leaning in as her hands rested lightly on his shoulders. Her lips curved into a playful smirk as she whispered, "Hubby, do you want to be punished?"

Zethan was speechless, his eyes widened slightly. A rush of something unexplainable coursed through him—excitement, intrigue, something else entirely. His wife... she was becoming shameless. And he was enjoying every second of it.

"What if I say yes?"

"Yes or no?" Lilia asked before continuing. There was no time for second-guessing here. "Tell me, do you want to be punished by your Loris?"

Zethan's body stilled, unmoving. Did she just—oh... f*ck. And why did everything sound so damn good coming from her mouth?

She leaned in, her body settling between his legs before she sat on his lap, her fingers gliding slowly along his jaw. Zethan remained frozen.

How... did she know all this? Not that he didn't like it, but how had she managed to catch him off guard? Who had taught her? He frowned.

"Loris, where did you—"

Lilia's fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him.

"Shh. I never said you could speak. You're in punishment mode," she murmured.

Zethan's eyes narrowed at her words.

"And I was curious, so..." She paused, leaning in closer before whispering, "I did a little research."

Zethan's mouth opened and closed, completely at a loss for words.

"I searched for ways to punish your husband," she admitted, lowering her gaze briefly in mild annoyance before her expression returned to normal. "I didn't really understand most of what was written, but I finally found something I could do. So..." She tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Why don't I just punish you? Since you seem so eager for it. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Why had he low-key expected that she wouldn't understand those things? A small smile tugged at his lips.

"So, what did you see?"

"Why should I tell you? So you can tease me, hmm?" She paused before continuing, her voice slightly hesitant.

"'Make him want it... then stop...' I—I don't understand that, but I'll just do whatever I think. After all, you've already given me a guide on your punishment."

Zethan stilled.

Was she... was she really going to...? Oh, this Loris.

His gaze dropped to her thin nightwear, where her full breasts were barely concealed by the fabric. His throat went dry. Perfect. She was just too maddening to be real.

Lilia, who was about to speak, stopped as she followed Zethan's gaze. Her cheeks flushed deeply, and she spoke quietly.

"Do you... want to touch it?"

Zethan was about to respond when she suddenly stood from his lap, facing him directly. Her full breasts were now level with his gaze, barely concealed by the thin nightwear.

"I've decided I won't go through with the punishment anymore," she announced. "It would be unfair—I only told you about it today. But next time, I'll do it. Let me give you some grace."

She had no idea. No idea that just standing there, wearing something so thin with nothing underneath, was already pushing him to his limit. His self-control—something Zethan Lyall never struggled with—was slipping fast.

She was unknowingly punishing him

She turned to walk away, and his gaze trailed lower. Her ample curves swayed slightly with each step, making everything worse.

Then she took another step—

Zethan moved.

With slow, deliberate motion, he pulled her back until she stood in front of the mirror and the skincare table. Sitting on the chair, he positioned her between his legs and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his face into her softness.

Lilia stilled, surprised by the unexpected hug. Was he overwhelmed? She hesitated before patting his head gently.

Zethan's pupils dilated.

Her cluelessness about what she was doing to him—how her warmth, her softness, and her mere presence were igniting something uncontrollable—made it all the more unbearable.

His hands tightened around her waist before slowly trailing lower.

Lilia's body froze.

"Zeth—"

"Shhh," he murmured, cutting her off.

"You asked earlier if I wanted to touch it..." His voice was lower now, rougher. "Yes, Lilia. I want to touch you. I want to kiss you all over. And fuc—"

He stopped himself, exhaling sharply before pulling away slightly. Then, with deliberate slowness, he stood. His body loomed over hers, his hands firm on her waist before he lifted her onto the table.

"Zeth... Zethan, what are you— I don't think—"

His lips curved into a smirk.

He gently lifted her chin, the only light now coming from the golden glow of the mirror behind the table where Lilia sat.

"Tell me you want me. Tell me you want to carry my child. Tell me that, Lilia."

To his own ears, he sounded like he was begging. Begging. He had never said anything like this to anyone before, and yet here he was—asking, pleading.

Zethan had been with many women, never wanting anything beyond the moment. The normal Zethan never saw the same woman twice. Even with Ava, she had known—he had told her upfront. Yet she had still agreed.

But why was Lilia's case so different?

"No," Lilia whispered softly.

Zethan's eyes widened in disbelief. Had she just rejected him?

"I will tell you that after our wedding."

As soon as the words left her lips, thunder rumbled outside, followed by the calming patter of rain. Zethan remained silent, surprised.

"Fine then," he said at last, his voice firm with determination. "We will have our wedding tomorrow night. And then, we'll do it. So get ready, my little Loris."

For some unknown reason, Lilia felt butterflies erupt in her stomach. The way he said it, the possessiveness in his voice—it made her breath hitch.

Zethan leaned in, his intense gaze locked onto hers. His lips hovered just above hers, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. Lilia's heart pounded wildly against her chest, anticipation coiling in her stomach. This moment—this very moment—felt inevitable, like the pull of the moon on the tides, drawing them together with a force neither could resist.

But then—

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound was sharp, intrusive, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a blade. Lilia's entire body jolted at the sudden interruption. Zethan, whose expression had been softened by desire just seconds ago, darkened in an instant. A deep frown creased his forehead as he turned toward the door, his jaw tightening with restrained annoyance.

"Stay here," he ordered, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for argument.

Lilia barely nodded, though curiosity gnawed at her insides. Who could it be at this hour? It was past midnight, the world outside silent except for the distant whisper of the wind. She had stayed here long enough to know that unexpected visitors were a rarity—practically unheard of. Even when she had been alone, no one had ever knocked at her door this late. Something was definitely wrong.

Zethan strode toward the door, his movements slow and deliberate, each step measured.

With a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob and pulled it open.

As expected—it was Lucas.

Lucas hesitated for a fraction of a second before stepping inside, his usual composed demeanor faltering just slightly. His eyes flickered toward Zethan before settling back on the door that was slightly closed, unreadable yet filled with something unspoken.

Lilia stood up slowly, reaching for the hairdryer on the nearby vanity. It was a simple act, something to ground her, to distract her from the uneasy tension hanging in the air. But just as she wrapped her fingers around the handle, she heard—

"Mr. Zethan, Miss Ava is here."

The world tilted.

Her fingers slackened, nearly dropping the dryer. Her breath caught in her throat.

Ava.

That name struck her like a slap, her body stiffening as if doused in ice-cold water. The air in the room felt suddenly too thick, pressing down on her, suffocating her. 'Why was Ava here? Why now?'

Zethan's reaction was immediate. His expression didn't flicker, his voice devoid of emotion as he gave a cold, clipped response.

"Send her back."

But then—

The next words shattered her world.

"B...Boss, she said she's carrying your child."