My Vampire Beloved Husband

Zylan smiled devilishly, as if he had finally won. Naomi, however, was desperate for him to lift his head from where it rested comfortably on her lap. The heat radiating from his body, combined with the vulnerability of their position, was making her heart race.

Just as she thought he was finally going to move, he did the opposite—pressing his face even closer. He buried it against her lower abdomen, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Her body stiffened. He was so close to... oh, and she wasn’t even wearing pants.

Panic seized her, her pulse quickening as she realized just how dangerously intimate the moment had become. As Zylan leaned in even further, Naomi felt him sniff her. A shiver ran up her spine, and the words she had been about to say caught in her throat, frozen by the sheer audacity of what he was doing. What was he thinking?

"Are you trying to seduce me, darling?" Zylan’s voice was low, dripping with amusement as his warm breath seeped through the thin fabric of her nightwear, making her skin tingle.

"W-what? S-seduce who?" Naomi stammered, completely taken aback by his accusation. How could he accuse her of seduction? She was the one who felt utterly helpless in this situation! It was him—he was the one pushing the boundaries, and yet here he was, placing the blame squarely on her. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and indignation as she lowered her gaze to his head. His face was still nestled near her stomach, dangerously close to crossing a line. One small movement, and he would be...

"Please," she whispered, her voice shaky, filled with both uncertainty and longing. "You should stop this... we’re not married yet. We shouldn’t be doing things like this."

Zylan chuckled softly, and Naomi felt the vibrations of his laughter through her core. "Why else would my darling be using grape-scented products, knowing full well I’m obsessed?" His teasing tone made her blush deepen. She had completely forgotten to switch the product, and now she felt utterly trapped.

Her eyes wandered to his thick black hair, which looked so silky and soft. She wanted to touch it, to run her fingers through the strands, but she stopped herself. As if reading her mind, Zylan shifted slightly, sending her pulse into overdrive. Just as she was about to lift her hand, her phone buzzed underneath her pillow, yanking her back to reality.

Naomi blinked, startled by the sudden interruption. She lifted her pillow, fishing for the phone. Rose’s name flashed across the screen. Of all the times... she groaned internally. If she didn’t answer, Rose would assume something was wrong and keep calling. With a reluctant sigh, she swiped to answer the call, hoping to make it brief.

"Hello, Naomi? How are you? Were you sleeping?" Rose’s cheerful voice rang out, completely oblivious to the situation Naomi was in.

"No... but please, can you call me later?" Naomi quickly responded, her words rushed and clipped. She didn’t want Rose dragging out the conversation. Zylan was far too clever, and Naomi knew any extra detail might give him an upper hand.

Rose paused, her tone growing suspicious. "Naomi, are you okay? Did that bastard do anything to you?"