Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 55: More…

The reason Lilia had asked that question was simple—curiosity. A strange, gnawing curiosity she couldn't quite understand. It tugged at her mind, making her chest tighten with an unfamiliar sensation. She didn't even know why she felt this way, why her lips had parted to voice the question, or why her body had chosen to move on its own.

Then, she heard it—the deep, rumbling sound beneath her.

Zethan's chest vibrated with the low chuckle, the deep reverberation traveling through her bare back. Her eyes widened at the unfamiliar sensation.

What was that?

"Oh, Loris, what should I do with you?" Zethan murmured, his voice like dark silk as his fingers trailed toward hers, gently prying them away from where she covered herself.

"No interruptions, dear," he added, his touch light yet commanding as he traced lazy patterns over her trembling skin.

Lilia's back arched instinctively. A shiver ran through her, sharp and lingering, like the ghost of something forbidden. She lay pressed against his broad chest, the heat of his body seeping into her own. Though she faced the ceiling, her side profile gave everything away—cheeks flushed, lips parted, golden brown eyes clouded with something she didn't quite recognize.

A slow smile played on Zethan's lips, dark and knowing.

His fingers moved with a slow, deliberate grace, skimming along her stomach before gliding upward. He didn't rush—he never rushed. Instead, he took his time, savoring the way her small frame trembled against him.

Then, his fingers found her breast.

Lilia gasped, body jolting.

A single thumb brushed over the hardened peak, teasing with lazy, torturous strokes.

"Ahh..." she moaned, breathless.

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One of his hands kneaded her softness, fingers pressing, exploring. The other drifted lower, skimming her stomach, tracing the faint dip of her navel before halting just above her most sensitive spot.

She stiffened.

Zethan smirked, feeling the way her muscles tensed in anticipation.

Then, he moved lower.

A sharp gasp tore from Lilia's lips as she jolted upright in shock. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, but the wide-eyed expression she wore only intrigued him more.

"You... why are you putting your fingers inside—?" Her voice trembled as she turned toward him, confusion swimming in her golden brown eyes.

But there was something else there.

Something deeper.

Something raw.

Something she didn't understand yet.

Zethan's gaze darkened, drinking in every little detail—how her breath came in shallow pants, how her perfect breasts rose and fell, how the soft glow of the light illuminated the sheen of sweat on her flushed skin.

His eyes drifted lower.

Lilia, flustered beyond belief, quickly averted her gaze.

"I told you not to face me," he reminded her, his voice deep, velvety, and commanding.

Her body burned with embarrassment as she realized her position—straddling his stomach, her bare bottom pressed against his firm skin.

But before she could react, he moved.

In one swift motion, she was beneath him.

Zethan caged her in with his body, large hands wrapping around her wrists, pinning them above her head. His lips brushed against her neck, lingering there.

Then, he bit.

Lilia moaned—loudly.

A sharp, desperate sound that echoed through the room.

She no longer cared about the sounds escaping her lips. She no longer cared about what was right or wrong. All she knew was that his mouth, his hands, his touch—everything about him—was driving her insane.

Why did this feel so good?

Lilia couldn't believe something like this could make her feel this way. Like she was floating—drifting weightlessly toward something unknown.

No, not just floating.

It was as if she were rising, soaring past the clouds, higher and higher, chasing a feeling she couldn't name.

She didn't understand it. Couldn't explain it.

But she wanted more.

An ache—deep, insistent—settled inside her, urging her to explore further, to reach beyond what she knew.

It was as if she had finally discovered a hidden treasure...

Only to realize there were more treasures waiting to be found.

And she wanted them all.

His lips moved lower, trailing over her collarbone, down to the curve of her breast.

Then, his mouth opened wide.

His tongue flicked over the hardened peak before he sucked, teeth grazing ever so slightly.

"Ahhh... Z-Zethan... ahh..." she moaned, arching into him.

A smirk rested on Zethan's lips at the way she called his name.

Something about it—breathy, desperate—made his blood run hotter.

She didn't understand why, but he did. He needed to hear more. Needed those sounds spilling from her lips, ruining him completely.

It was maddening. Intoxicating.

And the most surprising part?

She had done it effortlessly. With just her voice.

Anyone would have thought Zethan was incapable of feeling this kind of excitement—of being unraveled so easily.

But here he was.

And it was all because of her.

His grip on her wrists tightened, holding her in place.

His other hand drifted downward, over her stomach, lower... lower...

A shudder passed through her body.

Then—

Lilia's eyes snapped open as his lips left her skin.

A sharp wave of anticipation rushed through her as he lifted his head, his piercing dark gaze locking onto hers.

He held her there.

Suspended in the moment.

Waiting.

Then, with agonizing slowness, he spread her thighs wider.

"N-No... ahhh, Zeth... not... ahh," she whimpered, voice trembling.

But her body betrayed her.

His tongue flicked against her most sensitive spot.

Lilia's eyes flew wide.

A strangled gasp left her lips.

"Y-Your... t-tongue..." she whispered, barely able to breathe.

Zethan smirked against her, clearly amused by her innocence.

Her body trembled, her thighs quivering as his mouth continued its slow, torturous assault.

She arched against him, helpless, instinctively spreading herself wider.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat, the vibration sending another sharp jolt through her.

"Aghh... ahh... m-more... I... want more," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Then—

He stopped.

Her eyes snapped open, hazy with confusion.

W...why did he stop?

A desperate whimper escaped her lips before she could suppress it.

Zethan smirked.

His hands moved between her parted legs before delivering a slow, teasing slap.

Lilia shuddered.

Her body trembled violently, reacting far too eagerly to his touch.

Her pink, glistening heat caught his eye, and his smirk deepened. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted two fingers to his lips, licking them as he watched her reaction.

Her breath hitched.

Before she could fully process what he was doing, those same fingers pressed inside her.

"Ahhhhnnn..." Her back arched, a silent plea written in the curve of her body.

Her mouth parted, a breathless gasp escaping—born of pure, unfiltered desire.

A sharp, broken moan tore from her throat.

His fingers moved, deep and relentless, stroking her from within.

Her lips parted, body arching, skin burning with overwhelming sensation. Zethan watched her—her breasts rising and falling in rhythm with his movements, her tousled ink-dark hair spilling around her, her lips slightly bitten as she tried to stifle her cries.

But what undid him the most—

Was her eyes.

Rolling back.

Completely lost in pleasure.

"Don't hold it in," he murmured, his voice dark and intoxicating. "Moan for me, my adorable little Loris."

"Say my name"

Lilia's vision blurred.

Was this... punishment?

Because it felt far from one.

She was close—so, so close. The fire within her built higher, hotter, searing her from the inside out.

Then—

He slowed

"Ahh... no... Z-Zethan... fast... I want... mo—ahhh!"

The moment the words left her lips—

He stopped.

Her breath caught. Her mouth fell open in shock.

"No..." she breathed, barely able to comprehend what was happening.

Before she could protest, he moved again, shifting her body with ease.

He positioned her on all fours.

Just like last time.

But this time—

He slid beneath her.

A deep, husky whisper sent a shiver through her.

"Sit between my lips, my wife."

Lilia hesitated.

Her breath came uneven. Her heart pounded, a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

She knew what was coming—knew what it meant to give in.

But still...

She obeyed.

The moment she settled above him, warmth enveloped her.

And then—

His tongue moved.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Sinful.

Her fingers curled against the sheets, a whimper slipping free before she could stop it. Heat pooled in her stomach, spreading like liquid fire through her veins.

Then—

A sharp nip.

Lilia gasped, her body jerking as the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure—too sudden, too sharp—straight through her.

"Ahhh... Z-Zethan..." Her voice trembled, breathy, desperate. "More..."

And then—

He stopped.

Her body screamed in protest. The heat, the need, the pressure that had been building inside her—gone. Just like that.

Her lashes fluttered open, her dazed gaze locking onto his.

No.

No, no, no.

Realization hit, a slow, agonizing wave of understanding.

This was the punishment.

He would take her to the edge—bring her to a place she never knew existed—

And the moment she surrendered, the moment she begged for more...

He would take it away.

Her breath came shallow, her body trembling from the cruel denial.

This—

This was the punishment.