[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 102: Always Yes to You

The room was beautifully decorated with flowers everywhere, on the floor, the walls, and the bed. And there, laid out across the sheets, were the words spelled in petals: Will you be my boyfriend?

My throat narrowed instantly. I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t expected... him.

Before I could say anything, Evric called my na. "Zayn Smith."

I turned, and my eyes stung when I saw him standing there, holding a single flower in one hand, and in the other, a small box.

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, every word heavy with sincerity.

"Ever since the day I t you, you’ve brought light into my world. I’ll always thank that night I gathered the courage to approach you... and thank the mont you walked into that room. Zayn, I love you more than I can ever say. Will you... be my boyfriend?"

The tears I had been holding back spilled, and I quickly wiped them with the back of my hand. My chest was too full, overflowing. I nodded, my voice breaking. "Yes. Yes, I will."

Relief and joy lit up his face. He stepped forward, handing the flower, then slowly opened the small box to reveal a ring.

"This isn’t a proposal," he explained softly, "but it’s a promise. A promise that no matter what happens. You’re the one I love, the one I choose. Please... accept this ring from ."

My hands trembled as I took it. My lips curved into a shaky smile as I whispered, "Evric..."

He only looked at with pleading eyes. "Please."

That was all it took for my heart to give in completely. "Yes," I whispered. Then louder, firr. "Yes. More than yes, always yes to you."

The tears on my face refused to stop. "I love you, Evric. I love you so much."

When the words left my lips... "I love you, Evric. I love you so much" I saw him freeze.

It was as if ti itself stopped for him. His eyes widened, trembling with disbelief, like he couldn’t trust what he had just heard.

That was it.

The words he had been waiting for.

The words he thought he might never hear.

Tears spilled from his eyes before he even realized it, and a shaky laugh escaped his chest as though his heart had finally been freed from a weight too heavy to bear. He pulled into his arms, holding so tightly it felt like he was scared I would disappear if he let go.

"Say it again..." he whispered against my lips, his voice breaking. "Please, say it again."

I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing his tears, and I whispered it, softer but truer than anything I had ever said before:

"I love you, Evric."

And that was all it took. The last wall inside him shattered, and with a sob that turned into a desperate, burning kiss, he gave himself completely to .

We kissed slowly, our lips lingering as if neither of us wanted to let go. Evric walked back until the back of my legs hit the bed, and I fell gently onto it. He took the flower from my hand and set it aside with care, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I love you, Zayn," he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity. "Thank you for choosing . And... I’m sorry for making you this way, for dragging you into my world, for being gay because of . But trust , I will never take the love you’ve given for granted. I’ll love you every single day..."

I didn’t let him finish. I cut off his words with another kiss, pouring everything I felt into it.

When we pulled apart, breathless, he smirked softly, his eyes dark with desire. "Babe... I’m horny."

I chuckled against his lips, my heart racing. "I’m yours. Babe take . Claim . Leave nothing behind, until I beco sothing that belongs only to you."

He looked at with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"So many nights I’ve stayed awake... just to look at you. So many mornings I’ve opened my eyes only to find myself staring at you again. Zayn... imagine my life without you, it would be nothing but a living ghost.

Nothing has ever scared as much as this, losing you. And yet, nothing has ever made so happy as being in love with you.

I’ve waited... counting days, wondering if this mont would ever co. And now that it has, baby, I don’t even know how to express myself. I’m just... so happy. I’ve waited long enough for this."

My chest tightened, his words sinking deep into . I cupped his face, forcing him to look at as I whispered back, "From today, you don’t have to wait anymore. I’m here. I’m yours."

That was all it took. He began to undress slowly, piece by piece, his hands reverent as though each layer he peeled away was a treasure ant only for him. His eyes burned into mine, his voice low and hungry.

"Babe," he whispered, brushing his lips along my jaw, "I want you loud... for , only . I want to hear every moan, every sound... don’t hold back." His breath hitched as he kissed my chest. "And tonight, I want to fuck you the way I’ve never fucked you before. I won’t hold back, I’ll thrust into you until your voice can’t take it anymore. Please... let ."

I could only nod, my body already trembling for him.

With that, he stripped himself bare. His cock was already hard, thick, and throbbing, just as I’d always taken him, but tonight it looked even more intense, more demanding.

He put on slow music, the rhythm pulsing softly in the background, and then lowered himself over . His mouth worshipped , kissing, sucking, and licking every part of my body, from the tips of my toes up the length of my legs, to the trembling curve of my thighs.

Every kiss set on fire. Every touch made arch toward him, desperate. His lips wrapped around , sucking into his mouth, working until I was shaking beneath him, my body begging for release.

His hands, his voice, his cock, everything about him was on , overwhelming , consuming . I was left trembling, pleading silently for him to finally enter .