Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 85: Selfish

Zethan was stunned into silence, unable to process what had just happened. His wife had just blown on his abdomen—literally—because he had told her to give him a blowjob. Was this really how clueless she was?

For a moment, he simply stared at her, his mind struggling to wrap around the absurdity of the situation. And then, something dark and possessive flickered to life inside him.

Before Lilia could even react, he grabbed her, flipping her onto the bed with ease. She landed flat against the soft sheets, a startled gasp leaving her lips, but the position didn’t last long. Zethan lifted her hips, adjusting her so she was kneeling, her face pressing into the pillow.

"Z-Zethan..ahhn~~?" she stammered, her breath hitching as she tried to turn her head to look at him.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his fingers dug into her waist, holding her firmly in place. A delicious shiver ran through her spine at the feel of his touch—hot, commanding, and unyielding.

And then, before she could fully register the shift, his head was between her legs.

A strangled moan tore from her throat as she felt his tongue glide against her, teasing and tormenting her with slow, deliberate strokes. The sudden rush of pleasure sent her body jerking forward, but his grip on her was relentless, pulling her back toward his mouth.

"Z-Zethan...ohh....myyy!" she gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets, trying to ground herself.

His tongue flicked over her again, pressing deeper, stroking her with a wicked rhythm that made her body tremble. A sharp ache built in her hips as she instinctively pressed herself down toward him, needing more, craving him.

Zethan chuckled against her, his warm breath sending another wave of shudders through her core.

"So, so naughty," he murmured, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin.

His words—paired with the sinful rhythm of his tongue—sent tremors through her body. Every nerve in her being felt like it was on fire, her senses overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her.

Before she could brace herself, she felt his fingers slide inside her, joining his tongue, stretching and filling her in a way that left her breathless. A soft, desperate whimper escaped her lips as her body shuddered under his touch.

Then, without warning—THAAA

Lilia gasped as his hand landed on her behind, the sharp sensation sending a jolt through her entire being. Her body shifted slightly at the impact, her muscles tensing in response.

But before she could fully process it, Zethan had already moved. In one swift maneuver, he turned her over, her back now against the sheets, her face no longer buried but tilted toward him. A soft pink flush bloomed on her cheek, her lips slightly parted as she panted from the sudden change.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her half-lidded eyes locking onto his dark, unreadable gaze. There was something intense about the way he looked at her—possessive, admiring, hungry.

"Look at me, Lilia," he commanded, his voice deep and intoxicating.

Still dazed, she obeyed, her gaze locking onto his as he lowered himself, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She barely had time to process it before she felt him—his length pressing against her, teasing her with slow, deliberate circles.

Her breath hitched, her hips instinctively arching up, seeking him without thinking. The need to have him closer, deeper, consumed her.

Zethan’s voice came again, softer this time, yet filled with authority. "Eyes on me, my wife."

Something about the way he said my wife sent a wave of emotions crashing over her. It was possessive, but also tender—like a vow she could feel sinking into her very bones.

"I’m coming in," he whispered.

And then, he pushed inside.

Their gaze locked.

Inch by inch, careful yet relentless.

Lilia yelped, her body tensing at the sharp stretch of pain. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, but before it could fall, Zethan leaned in, capturing it with his lips. Then, his mouth found hers again—gentle, reassuring, yet promising.

His hands intertwined with hers, fingers locking together as he whispered against her lips, "You’re mine, and mine alone, my wife."

And with that, he claimed her fully.

"Ahhh~~~..mmmh"

Lilia’s body arched beneath him, a scream torn from her throat as she drowned in a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, her body adjusting to his size, the burning sensation slowly giving way to something else—something deeper, something that made her crave him even more.

"Ahhhk... Z-Zethan," she moaned.

He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips. "Go on," he coaxed, his voice thick with desire. "Call my name."

She did. Over and over again, her voice breathless, desperate, filled with unspoken need.

Zethan paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his gaze locked onto hers. His thumb brushed against her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle in contrast to the way he had just taken her.

Another tear slipped from Lilia’s eyes, and this time, she whispered, her voice trembling, "Promise me... promise me you’ll never leave me."

For a moment, he stilled. His dark eyes softened as he stared down at her as if trying to read the emotions swirling within her.

Without a word, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips—a silent vow. Then, slowly, he began to move.

At first, his thrusts were careful, deliberate, as if he wanted to make sure she was okay. But as her body responded, as her hips lifted to meet his, as her moans became more urgent, he quickened his pace.

Lilia gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching her further with each movement. Her hands clutched at his arms, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to hold on.

"You’re so damn tight," Zethan rasped, his voice strained with pleasure. His grip on her hips tightened, his self-control slipping as he pounded into her, harder, faster.

Lilia moaned loudly, her mind slipping into a dizzying haze of pleasure. She felt weightless, as if she were floating on clouds, higher and higher. Her head tilted back, her lips parting as she bit down on her upper lip, eyes rolling back in sheer bliss.

Zethan watched her intently, mesmerized. She looked utterly intoxicating—her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, the way her body trembled beneath him. He wanted more.

"More...," she gasped breathlessly.

Zethan smirked. "Tell me... do you want more?"

She nodded frantically, her desperation clear in the way she clung to him. "Yes, Honey... I want more!"

’Honey’

A satisfied grin tugged at his lips as he flipped their positions effortlessly, settling back against the bed while she straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Move your hips, my wife."

She obeyed, rolling her hips, following his lead as he guided her movements. His hands gripped her waist, helping her find the perfect rhythm.

Lilia’s breath hitched, her half-lidded eyes locked onto his as she rode him, her body completely surrendering to him.

Zethan groaned, his grip tightening. He had never felt this way before—never known such raw, consuming pleasure. He watched her, entranced by her expression, the way one eye was half-shut while the other remained open, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her hair cascading around her like a seductive goddess.

She was breathtaking.

Zethan had never felt this way before. He had been with countless women, indulged in pleasures that had once seemed endless, but none of them compared to her. None of them made his heart pound the way Lilia did. None of them took his breath away with just a single glance.

She was different. In every way.

The way her body responded to his, the way she gasped his name like a whispered prayer—it undid him. It stripped away the barriers he had spent years building, leaving him bare before her.

Lilia, too, was lost in a world she never knew existed. She had never imagined pleasure could feel like this, so consuming, so overwhelming. It was more than just the physical—it was something deeper, something she couldn’t quite put into words.

Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging slightly into his skin as waves of sensation coursed through her. Her legs trembled with each thrust, her breath catching, her body shuddering in bliss. She wanted more. She needed more.

Faster. Harder. More and More.

They moved together, caught in a rhythm neither wanted to break, their bodies chasing the same peak. The tension coiled tight between them, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, the world outside fading into nothing.

And then—release.

A deep groan tore from Zethan’s throat as pleasure crashed over him in relentless waves. His muscles locked, his body tensing as he spilled inside her, claiming her in a way that felt irreversible.

Lilia’s cry of ecstasy filled the air as she shattered around him, her body convulsing, her climax hitting her in wave after wave. The force of it left her breathless, boneless, and she collapsed onto his chest, her heartbeat thundering against his.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the space, heavy and uneven, as their bodies slowly came down from the high. The room was warm, their sweat-slicked skin pressed together, neither willing to move just yet.

Zethan exhaled, his hand slipping into Lilia’s hair, brushing away the damp strands that clung to her forehead. His touch was tender, so unlike the man he had always been.

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest, disbelief lacing his voice. "I can’t believe that just happened."

She didn’t respond, but he felt the slow rise and fall of her breath against him, her body still flush with the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

He held her closer, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine, memorizing the feel of her, as if he feared this moment would slip away too soon.

His voice lowered, almost as if he was speaking more to himself than to her. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"If only I could enjoy you like this a little longer..."

But then, he stilled.

Lilia’s breathing had softened, her body melting into his, completely relaxed. She had drifted off in his arms.

Zethan swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face.

Zethan chuckled again, shaking his head, but as he felt the heat in his own body rising once more, a wicked smirk crossed his lips.

"Now, I am so selfish, my wife."

He knew this wouldn’t last.

Yet, he wanted to be selfish with her.