Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 48: Do You Want More

Lilia's eyes flew wide in shock as she instinctively tried to push herself away from the bed where Zethan was spooning her. The warmth of his body was unmistakable, pressing against her back. But before she could react properly, Zethan moved.

In a swift motion, he maneuvered her, and the next thing she knew—she was on top of him.

Literally.

Lying on top of him.

Her eyes widened even further, if that was even possible. She was sure they had stretched so much that they might actually hurt. Her breath hitched as she struggled to sit up, but just as she did, his hands gripped her waist, not tight, but firm enough to keep her in place.

Lilia couldn't believe this was happening. She was actually sitting on Zethan while he lay beneath her, his expression lazily amused. His lips curled into a smirk—a dangerous, knowing smirk.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the firm ridges of his toned stomach beneath her, and the realization sent an unfamiliar warmth rushing through her. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her body was reacting to the situation. The heat building inside her made her feel as though she were losing control.

And then, he spoke.

"What is it, Lilia? Why do you want to leave? Or don't you want to sleep?" His voice was deep, teasing. "Are you already rethinking your decision about sleeping with me?"

Lilia's mind blanked. What was he even talking about? Just moments ago, he had explained that what she had signed was a marriage contract, making everything between them legally binding. That meant if they did go through with it, she had no excuse to protest. But still—

Her thoughts shattered when she felt his fingers move, tracing slow, deliberate circles along her waist.

Lilia sucked in a breath.

Even though she was wearing an oversized nightwear that covered her completely, the way she sat—straddling him—felt far too intimate. And his touch... Oh, his touch. It sent tingles spiraling through her body, butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.

Her breath quickened, and her body reacted against her will. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the unexpected surge of warmth, but it was impossible. She had never felt anything like this before.

Then his hands trailed lower, deliberately.

"Ahhh!"

A small, breathy moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Her eyes flew wide in horror. Without thinking, she slapped a hand over her mouth.

What had she just done?

Zethan chuckled, the deep sound vibrating against her. He looked utterly amused, his gaze holding an unmistakable glint of satisfaction.

Lilia's face burned with embarrassment. "You!...." she accused, pointing a trembling finger at him.

Zethan raised a brow, feigning innocence. "Me? What did I do?"

Her blush deepened. She bit her lower lip hard before stammering, "Y-You're the one making me make... all these strange sounds! Stop whatever you're doing!"

"Strange sounds, Loris? They are not strange... they are lovely."

"Huh?" She blinked confused by his response.

His chuckle grew louder, clearly entertained by her reaction. "You're more inexperienced than I thought."

Lilia frowned, not understanding what he meant. Was he mocking her? Or just stating a fact? Either way, something inside her snapped.

Anger flared inside her chest, and she tried to push herself off him. But as she wriggled, shifting to free herself, she unknowingly rubbed against his stomach—her movements making things far, far worse.

Zethan inhaled sharply, his breath catching in his throat.

And before she could even register what was happening, he moved.

In the blink of an eye, she found herself beneath him.

Lilia gasped, her mind struggling to catch up. How had he done that so fast? How did he always move before she even had a chance to react?

"F*ck," he cursed in a slow tone, though Lilia did not hear.

She barely had time to think before she realized—she was trapped. His weight pressed against her, and there was no escape.

And Zethan looked more than ready to take advantage of that fact.

Before Lilia knew it, his hand was on her thigh.

She hadn't even realized that, in the midst of his movements, her gown had ridden up—so much so that it barely covered her anymore. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against her smooth skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

Her breath hitched, and her chest tightened in response.

Eyes widening, she struggled against him, but it was useless. One of his hands had already pinned both of hers above her head, holding her firmly in place. Her fingers twitched slightly, opening and closing as if unsure of what to do.

Lilia didn't know what to do. The rational part of her screamed at her to fight back, to demand that he stop. But then there was another part—one she barely recognized. A reckless, dangerous curiosity that wanted to know what would happen if he didn't stop.

If he went further.

Her body betrayed her hesitation, her breathing turning uneven. Her heart raced in her chest, every beat hammering louder as his touch traveled further up her thigh.

And then—

His hand moved higher.

"Ah—"

A soft moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it.

Her eyes flew wide in horror. "S-Stop... no d..don't stop, please..." she gasped, her voice trembling. She was helpless in her confusion, her body a contradiction of what her mind wanted.

Zethan only smirked. "I love those sounds you make,"

His voice was dark, laced with something unreadable. Interest? Amusement? Or something much more dangerous?

He tilted his head slightly, watching her closely, drinking in every little reaction as if they fascinated him. "Tell me, Loris... do you really want me to stop?"

Lilia's lips parted, then closed, only to part again. Zethan could tell—just from the look in her eyes—that she was curious. Curious about why she was making those sounds, why her body was reacting this way.

A slow grin spread across his lips as he spoke. "My wife, do you want me to punish you or touch you?"

'Wife.' Oh, those words sent an undeniable chill down her spine.

His voice was deep, teasing, laced with something that made her pulse quicken to explore to know more.

As he spoke, he finally released her thigh, though his other hand remained firm—still holding both of hers above her head. She couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his presence surrounding her.

One thing was certain: she had never been this close to a man like she had with Zethan before. Everything about this was new to her.

And then, in a barely audible whisper, she spoke. "I... I feel strange."

Her voice wavered, uncertain, as if she herself was surprised by what she was feeling. She wasn't sure what was happening inside her, but there was something deep inside her that was awakening.

Zethan's lips curled into a smirk. He leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Would you mind if I did both?"

"I can make you feel good."

Lilia's breath caught, but before she could react—before she could even process his words—his lips were on her neck.

"Ahhh~... nghh...~"

Lilia moaned softly, unable to control it as the sound escaped her lips, growing louder with every passing second. She had no idea how to stop it—how to stop her body from betraying her. She felt herself growing warmer, the heat between them almost unbearable.

She felt his lips stretch against her neck, and even without seeing his face, she knew—he was smiling.

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That realization sent a shiver through her. She had never truly seen him smile before. A smirk, a grin—yes. But a real smile? It was something entirely new, something suprising. It made her question everything.

Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling with every quick inhale. She bit her lip, her ear turning hot from the emotions running through her. The air between them was thick, and every moment seemed to stretch longer than the last. There was no escape. No way to slow the pounding of her heart or the desperate tension in her chest.

Then, his voice, low and teasing, cut through the thick air between them.

"Do you want more? Do you want more, Lilia?"

And to his surprise—maybe even to her own—she answered.

"Yes... Yes, I do. I want more, Zethan."

Zethan's eyes widened slightly. For a moment, something flickered in his gaze—something unreadable. And then, just like that, he pulled away.

He locked eyes with her, holding her there, trapped in his stare.

"Say it again." His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. "Look at me, Lilia. Look me in the eyes and tell me you want more."

Lilia didn't know where the surge of courage came from. She didn't know why she felt like this, why she was speaking like this. But her body, her heart—they weren't hers to control anymore. She spoke, her voice quiet but filled with a strange new resolve.

"I... I want more Zethan."