[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 386: The First Night as Husbands

As the music swelled and the laughter of their friends grew louder, Evric leaned in, his lips brushing Zayn’s ear. "Follow me," he whispered, his hand sliding into Zayn’s and pulling him gently away from the head table.

Evric led him through the quiet, marble halls of the mansion to a hidden elevator. When the doors opened at the very top, Zayn gasped.

Evric transformed the rooftop into a private sanctuary.

Under the vast, starlit sky, a small circular table was set with white linen and flickering candles. The entire perimeter was lined with the same white orchids from the ceremony, their scent even more intoxicating in the cool night air. Below them, the lights of the estate twinkled like fallen stars, but up here, it was silent, just the two of them and the moon.

"I thought we had enough of the crowd," Evric murmured, leading Zayn toward the edge of the roof where a soft lounge area had been arranged.

Zayn turned to him, the candlelight reflecting in his eyes. "You planned this? Even after that massive reception?"

"I wanted a moment where I didn’t have to share you," Evric admitted, stepping into Zayn’s space. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Zayn’s jaw before settling on the back of his neck. "Down there, you’re the groom the world is celebrating. Up here... you’re just my Zayn. My husband."

Zayn leaned into the warmth of the touch, a soft, content smile spreading across his face. "This is perfect. I love it here."

They stood together for a long moment, breathing in the cool night air, candlelight flickering softly around them, the distant pulse of the party drifting up from far below like a muted echo.

Evric guided Zayn toward a plush outdoor sofa set near the edge of the rooftop. The estate lights shimmered beneath them, small and scattered, as if the world had dropped away. They sat close, limbs naturally entwined, doing nothing but looking at each other, caught in a quiet, overwhelming kind of love.

Finally, Zayn broke the comfortable silence. "So... where are we spending the night? Or are we staying on this roof forever?"

Evric chuckled, a dark, rich sound. "That’s part of why I brought you up here, babe. Firstly, we’re staying right here in the mansion tonight. I don’t want to stress you with travel when you still have... a lot of work to do tonight." He flashed a wicked, meaningful grin. "But choosing where we’ll build our permanent home?" He exhaled with a quiet laugh. "That’s been the hardest decision of all."

"Why?" Zayn tilted his head. "I thought you had that figured out."

"Thank you for believing in me, babe," Evric said, tightening his grip on Zayn’s hand. He exhaled slowly, drawing Zayn closer to him. "Not long after I proposed, I bought a house. It’s far from here, quiet, private. I poured a fortune into it, designed every detail the way I imagined you’d love."

His voice softened, carrying a hint of rueful honesty. "I just didn’t expect my father to have plans of his own."

"What plan?" Zayn asked, curious.

"His wedding gift to us," Evric explained, shaking his head with a small, proud smile. "He bought us a house too. This one doesn’t just have my name on the deed, it has yours as well.

The only issue is the location. It’s closer than I planned. He chose it because he wants us near the family. It’s expensive, massive... perfect in every way. Just not the distance I originally envisioned."

He looked at Zayn, his gaze soft. "So, babe, which one are we choosing? The home I built for our quiet life together, or the one he gave us to stay close to family?"

Zayn sighed, then nodded. "Alright. Show me both houses. Pictures, videos, everything. Then we’ll decide together." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Evric pulled up the high-resolution photos. Both estates were staggering examples of wealth, modern masterpieces of glass and stone. Zayn could see the love in the house Evric bought, but he also saw the gesture in the one his father-in-law provided. He didn’t want to pick sides or create tension on their first day as a family.

He handed the phone back, looking at Evric with a soft expression. "Wherever my husband chooses to be, that’s where I’ll be. I don’t mind either."

Evric’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Thank you, baby," he said softly, kissing the back of Zayn’s hand with quiet intensity. "We’ll start with the house my father bought us. And if it ever stops fitting us? We move. Or we buy another one. We have options now."

Zayn giggled. "And what about your previous house? The one you’ve been staying in?"

"We’ll keep it," Evric said dismissively. "It’s closer to the company. If we work late, we’ll just stay over there. It’ll be our crash pad."

Zayn shook his head in disbelief, leaning back. "So we officially have too many places to live now."

"Yes, baby," Evric said, his eyes darkening as he stood. "That’s the prize for marrying Evric Draeven."

He turned slightly, extending his hand toward Zayn while glancing at the elevator. "It’s time to go inside and face the real work of the night. Are you ready, Mr. Zayn Draeven?"

Zayn placed his hand firmly in Evric’s, a slow, sultry smile spreading across his lips. "I’m so ready, Daddy."

The elevator ride down was silent but charged with electricity.

When the doors opened to their private bridal suite, Zayn stopped in his tracks. The room was transformed, thousands of deep red rose petals covered the floor and the massive silk-covered bed.

Scented candles flickered in every corner, casting long, dancing shadows. As the heavy oak door clicked shut and locked behind them, the world outside ceased to exist.

Zayn was still turning in a slow circle, his eyes wide as he took in every detail of the effort Evric had poured into this moment. He felt the heat of Evric’s body before he felt the touch. Evric stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around Zayn’s waist in a firm, possessive embrace. He didn’t let him turn around yet.

Evric’s fingers moved with slow, deliberate precision as he unbuttoned Zayn’s suit jacket. Between each button, he pressed a lingering, heated kiss to the sensitive skin of Zayn’s neck, his breath ghosting over his skin.

Once the jacket slid from Zayn’s shoulders and was tossed onto the sofa near the wine-laden table, Evric didn’t stop.

His hands moved to the buttons of Zayn’s shirt, peeling the fabric back until Zayn’s chest was revealed to the cool air and the warm candlelight. Only then did Evric turn him around gently.

Zayn’s hands were already moving, mirroring the desperation, as he helped Evric out of his own jacket and shirt. Soon, they were both bare-chested, the only thing remaining between them being their suit trousers.

Evric’s gaze was dark, heavy with a hunger he no longer had to hide. He gently pushed Zayn back onto the sea of red petals on the bed. He climbed over him, settling his weight firmly between Zayn’s legs. Evric leaned down, his mouth capturing one of Zayn’s nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue with a slow, agonizing heat.

A broken moan escaped Zayn’s lips, his back arching off the silk sheets. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Evric’s waist, pulling him closer, needing the friction. Evric moved up, capturing Zayn’s mouth in a deep, demanding kiss that tasted of wine and long-awaited victory.

With a low growl, Evric began to grind his cock against Zayn. Through the fabric of their trousers, the sensation was electric, a searing friction that made Zayn’s head roll back.

Zayn’s hands flew to Evric’s back, his fingers digging in before sliding down to grip Evric’s butt, pulling him down, forcing the grind to go deeper.

They moved in a rhythmic, desperate frot, their bodies seeking...