Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 61: Convincing Him

Her body went rigid, her eyes widening in shock as her pupils dilated. Her heart drummed violently against her ribcage, the rhythm erratic, wild. A rush of warmth spread through her, the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach before surging upward, overwhelming her senses.

She had always thought butterflies moved downward—but this? This was different. It was consuming.

Zethan's tongue moved against hers in slow, deliberate strokes, the heat of it sending unfamiliar shivers down her spine. Her body instinctively leaned back, reacting to the foreign sensation—yet at the same time, she wanted more. The contradiction left her dizzy.

Zethan's gaze flickered with something unreadable, something almost... amused. He studied her, his eyes dark with interest, yet his expression softened into one of feigned innocence, as if he hadn't just stolen her breath away.

Lilia pointed at him, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and outrage. "You—" she started, her voice laced with disbelief.

He tilted his head, a lazy smile playing at his lips. "What?"

Her glare deepened.

She wasn't even sure if her glare was because he had done it or because he had stopped.

Zethan bent closer , his towering frame making her feel impossibly small. He exuded a quiet confidence, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Hasn't someone done that to you before?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Lilia clenched her jaw.

Her silence gave her away.

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Zethan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating in the space between them.

She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. "Don't tell me you've done something like this to someone before," she muttered, sitting up abruptly. Sadness flickered in her eyes as she looked at him, as if she was only just realizing the kind of man he was.

His amusement didn't fade.

The fact that no one had ever licked her like this—touched her like this—ignited something in him, a quiet satisfaction curling in his chest. She was completely untainted, untouched. And now, she was his.

Lilia scowled, trying to ignore the strange sensation still lingering on her tongue. "Why do you keep doing things that never seem legal?"

Zethan chuckled.

"Oh, really? Why do you think this isn't legal?"

His voice was low, teasing, yet it sent a sharp jolt through her.

To his surprise, Lilia suddenly spoke, her voice carrying an unexpected challenge.

"It seems you're the inexperienced one all this while."

Zethan leaned in, his brow lifting in amusement. "My wife, why would you say that?"

With a playful smirk, he placed her hand over his chest, as if to check his heartbeat.

Lilia frowned, her gaze drawn to the movement, but as she focused on it, something struck her—his heartbeat.

It was completely steady.

Unfazed.

Meanwhile, her own heart was hammering wildly, as though someone was playing an entire symphony within her ribcage.

Annoyed by the stark difference, she brushed her hand away from his chest and huffed. "You... I don't think you're as experienced as you act."

Zethan tilted his head, watching her with interest.

She swallowed, her face heating as she continued, "Because if you were trying to... to..."

Her words trailed off, her cheeks growing impossibly red.

"To kiss me," she finally forced out. "Then that's not how you do it. It's the lips, not—not the tongue."

For a brief second, silence stretched between them.

Then—

A low chuckle rumbled from Zethan's throat. He reached out, pinching her flushed cheeks between his fingers, his gaze filled with unhidden amusement.

"Adorably Cute..."

Lilia blinked, utterly lost. What part of what she said was adorable? She was being serious!

Still grinning, Zethan leaned in, his voice teasing. "Oh, where have you been? No wonder you were homeschooled. You're even more pure than I thought." His smirk deepened. "And it's cute."

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "I'm sorry to say this, but I'm not cute. I've passed the stage of being cute." Her voice was dead serious.

Zethan tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Hmm..really?"

Lilia straightened her back, trying to look as composed as possible despite her still-flushed cheeks. "I'm already 22, turning 23," she declared. "I'm a full-grown adult, so you shouldn't be referring to me as cute."

Zethan chuckled, clearly entertained by her insistence. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur.

"My wife, even at 30, you'll still be my cute little Loris."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "That's not how it works—"

But before she could finish, he gently tapped her nose, grinning.

"It is if I say so."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he silenced her with a single glance.

Then, he leaned in slightly, his voice low and smooth. "You're my wife. So I'm doing nothing wrong."

Her breath caught in her throat.

She should be angry. She should push him away. And yet—

The moment he pulled back, a strange emptiness settled over her. A hollow ache that made her realize just how much she had already grown accustomed to his presence, his touch.

And that terrified her.

"Now eat," he said as he guided her toward the bed, seating her close to the table.

Lilia turned to him and asked, "Why aren't you eating too?"

He shook his head. "You eat first."

She frowned and shook her head. "I won't unless you join me."

Zethan knew how stubborn she could be, and if he refused, she would hold her ground. Without arguing, he picked up his spoon, scooped a small portion, and took a bite.

As soon as he finished, he set down his spoon and said, "Now eat."

Lilia slowly began eating, taking small bites at a time. When she was done, she drank her water in slow gulps. That was when Zethan noticed she had eaten everything except the soup.

Zethan pointed at it and said, "Take that too—it will be helpful."

Lilia finally shook her head, but Zethan sighed and said, "Come on, don't be stubborn. Just try some and then rest."

She shook her head again. "No."

This—this was exactly like the herbal stuff she had taken before, and it had ended with—her cheeks flushed immediately, burning hotter than usual.

Zethan chuckled. "And then what?" he teased, leaning in closer.

Lilia pressed her lips together before muttering, "I don't want to take any risks."

Zethan tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "What risk?"

She exhaled sharply before grumbling, "You'd end up doing your... tongue stuff."

Zethan scoffed, his lips curling into a dangerous, sinful smile. "You don't have to worry," he said smoothly. "I won't do my tongue stuff now... but later?" He leaned in slightly, his voice dripping with mischief. "You'll see just what kind of talent this tongue of mine has."

"T-Talent?"

Then, with a playful wink, he added, "I wonder if you'd even call it illegal."

Lilia whispered, "Bad man."

Zethan's lips curved into a quiet yet coldly amused smile. "Yes, my wife," he murmured. "I'm a very bad man." He winked.

Lilia's heart pounded loudly in her chest as she stared at him.

"Eat," Zethan ordered. "Now, take the soup. It's not that bad. After you're done, Lucas will take you home."

Lilia hesitated, a flicker of panic crossing her face. She turned to him and asked hesitantly, "Are you not coming?"

Zethan shook his head. "I have something to attend to."

She studied him for a moment before asking, "Is it about the accident?"

"Now, convince me not to leave."

The real reason he said this was to keep her from knowing that he was actually leaving because of the accident.

Her heart stuttered at his words.

She turned to face him, searching his face for any hint of playfulness, any sign that this was just another one of his games. But the way he looked at her—the quiet intensity in his gaze—made her breath catch. He was serious.

Why was he always like this? Why did he always make her feel as if she were standing on unstable ground, never knowing what to expect next?

"If you don't go, I'll finish my soup—every last drop," she declared, lifting her hand slightly for emphasis, as if that alone would be enough to sway him.

Zethan's lips twitched into a smirk, his amusement flickering through his eyes like a passing shadow. "Go on," he prompted, clearly unconvinced.

Lilia hesitated. Her throat felt dry, and for a moment, she struggled to find the right words. What else could she say? What reason could she give to make him stay?

"I—I..." she started, only to falter. The words felt stuck in her throat, tangled in the emotions she didn't fully understand.

Zethan leaned in ever so slightly, his presence enveloping her like a force of gravity. "You don't have to worry," he murmured. "I'll be back before you know it."

But that wasn't enough.

She shook her head, her fingers tightening into fists against her lap. She didn't want him to go. He had only just arrived a few days ago, and already, the thought of him leaving again sent an uncomfortable ache through her chest.

It wasn't fair.

They had barely spent any time together, and yet, it felt like she was already losing him.

Before she knew it, she held his hand, placing it on her lap before resting her own on top of his. Then, she intertwined their fingers together. Zethan silently observed her, quiet admiration flickering in his eyes as she continued to surprise him.

Her voice wavered, her resolve slipping through the cracks of her desperation.

"Fine," she whispered, her grip on him tightening. "You can do the tongue stuff with me... all you want. Just don't go."