Chapter 149: No Response
The moment his fangs sank into her neck, Naomi’s body froze. A sharp sting coursed through her veins, fleeting yet undeniable. But almost instantly, the pain melted into something else—something deeper, more consuming. A warmth unfurled within her, an unexpected surge of desire overtaking her senses.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Zylan pulled away.
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as her dazed eyes widened. The heat of his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. She barely registered the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, as if savoring the taste that still lingered.
It was intoxicating. Maddening. The most exquisite sensation he had ever known. And the fact that the pleasure had intensified—doubled, even—because they were doing this together only made it more shocking.
Zylan hadn’t fully marked her yet; it was only temporary. But even as he withdrew his fangs, a lingering fear gnawed at him—fear of how dangerously sweet her blood tasted.
If he hadn’t possessed such strong self-control, he was certain he would have lost himself completely in her essence.
This was a flavor that should have been forbidden. A taste so exquisite it bordered on something maddeningly addictive. The mere thought of it unsettled him.
His crimson eyes remained locked onto hers, searching, admiring. His body still hovered over her, their bodies intimately connected, as his thick length remained buried deep inside her.
Then, slowly, deliberately, he moved.
Naomi’s breath caught in her throat. One of her eyes squeezed shut while the other remained slightly open, her parted lips trembling in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her completely in a way she had never known before. A soft whimper escaped her lips, her body instinctively arching into him.
"Aaahnn~"