[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 111: Marked and Claimed

Flower petals were scattered everywhere... roses, lilies, orchids, delicately arranged into the shapes of hearts that floated on the water. And in the very center, spelled out in bright, tender petals, were the words:

72 Hours With Zayn.

I turned to him, my vision blurred with tears. I wanted to speak, but my voice was trapped in my throat. All I could do was throw myself into his arms, my heart bursting. He kissed gently, and I muttered against his lips, "Thank you, baby... I love you, Evric."

He smiled into the kiss and whispered, "I know. And I love you just as much... maybe even more."

When he pulled back, he reached into his pocket and revealed a small velvet box. My breath caught again when he opened it, a delicate necklace glead inside.

His voice was tender as he explained, "I thought about this. Wearing a ring while you cook might be uncomfortable sotis... so I ordered this for you. You can keep your ring safe here, close to your heart. That way, even when your hands are busy, I’ll still be right here with you," he said softly, pointing to my heart."

I couldn’t stop the tears now. My hands trembled as I nodded, whispering, "Okay..."

He slipped the necklace around my neck, letting the ring settle right above my heart. Then he kissed again, slower this ti, pouring every bit of his love into it.

Finally, he pulled back, cupping my cheek. "Zayn... I’ll be traveling tomorrow for business. Can you do a favor?"

"What is it?" I asked softly.

He smiled faintly. "Call . Text . Every ti you’re free. Even if I’m busy, I’ll tell you. But I just want to feel you close, no matter the distance. I’ll do the sa, I’ll call, I’ll text. I just... I don’t want to miss you in silence."

My chest tightened. I leaned in, pressing my forehead against his. "Okay, baby. I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll call you. I’ll text you. Because I’ll miss you just as much as you’ll miss ."

He pulled into his arms, and for a mont, the world disappeared. Just , him, and the love that was already becoming everything.

Then finally, I said to him, "Evric, you’re my ho too. And if these seventy-two hours have already been this beautiful, I can’t imagine how much more love we’ll share in all the days to co."

I held him tightly, as if I could pour every bit of gratitude and love inside straight into him. My heart whispered what my lips could barely form: Thank you for loving this way.

He chuckled softly, brushing his lips against my ear. "We should swim," he suggested.

I shivered. "I’m cold."

His grin turned teasing. "Baby, you should know, I just want to fuck you, but this ti, I want to do it inside the pool."

I looked at him, trying to find words, but before I could, he tilted my chin up with his hand, his gaze pulling in. "Baby... not now. Please, don’t refuse . Hmm? Please."

The way he said it broke down all my hesitation. I sighed and whispered, "Okay."

But just before stepping into the pool, I blinked myself back into reality and burst out laughing. "Wait, babe... who the hell celebrates seventy-two hours in a relationship? Who?"

He had already slipped into the water, smirking at . Then he reached out, dragging in with him. "The only Evric Draeven, baby."

That was all it took... suddenly we were kissing, splashing, and laughing like kids. He even threw so of the flower petals into the water, letting them drift around us as we played. For a while, it was just joy, no shadows, no past, only us.

Between laughter, he asked, "That lady earlier... what did she co to tell you?"

I didn’t even hesitate. "She ca to confess she likes . But I told her I already love soone else."

He raised a brow, pretending to act curious. "Oh yeah? And who’s this lucky person you love?"

I leaned in closer, my smile soft but certain. "It can only be Evric."

Sothing in his eyes softened instantly. He smiled... pure, unguarded happiness, and without another word, he pulled against him, kissing deeply.

The kiss grew hotter, hungrier, until I felt him turn gently, pressing close. His lips burned against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Slowly, he slid my swim boxers down, his hands steady but tender. Then, with a gasp escaping my lips, I felt him slide inside ... slow, deliberate, filling as his kisses trailed fire across my skin.

"Oh, baby..." I moaned, gripping onto him as the water rippled around us. His arms held firm, his love and desire blending into every movent.

There, in the pool, surrounded by petals and laughter, our seventy-two hours beca more than just a celebration.

We made love until our bodies gave out, our climax spilling into the water, leaving us clinging to each other against the pool wall. The world shrank to the sound of our ragged breathing, the lapping of water, and the petals floating like silent witnesses to our madness. He kissed again, slower this ti, his tongue brushing mine as though sealing the wild promise we had carved into each other’s bodies.

But it didn’t end there.

Back in our room, Evric wasn’t done with . He took two more rounds, in different positions, until I was trembling and weak. When he tried for a fourth round, I shook my head, chest heaving.

"Evric... I can’t. I’m too tired. I can’t take any more."

He brushed my hair back, his eyes burning with want and sothing deeper. "Babe... I’ll be away for two weeks. Just let have you. You can rest after I’m gone."

"I can’t... not penetration anymore," I whispered. My body begged for rest, but his voice, his presence, still had lting.

He smirked softly, leaning down to kiss my jaw. "Then we’ll do it another way. Frotting. No excuses."

I had no strength left to argue, so I let him. His hard length rubbed against mine, our hips grinding in desperate rhythm until sparks exploded through again. I ca undone under him, clinging helplessly to his shoulders as if he could hold together while tearing apart.

Still, it wasn’t the end.

I collapsed into the bed, thinking it was finally over, my body aching in sweet exhaustion. But even as I drifted, his voice wrapped around like a spell. He whispered, low and commanding, and my body betrayed . I ca again, without his hands, without his touch, just from his voice pulling to the edge, breaking completely.

When my eyes fluttered open, he was looking at with a satisfied, almost possessive smile. He pressed his palm against my stomach as if he could brand from the inside out.

"I’ve filled you for the two weeks I’ll be gone, Zayn. Keep yourself for . When I co back, we’ll do it again, together. Okay?"

I wanted to answer, but no words ca. I was too spent, too consud. All I could do was breathe, my heart pounding his na.

He kissed gently, a contrast to the fire of before, then cleaned with a tenderness that broke all over again.

The last thing I rember before sleep pulled under was his whisper... soft, unshakable.

"I love you, Zayn."

And in my dreams, that love echoed like a vow I could never escape.

~Evric’s POV~

After Zayn drifted off to sleep, his breathing steady and soft, I carefully slipped out of bed. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. I sat at the desk, opening my laptop to go over so files I needed for tomorrow’s trip.

Just as I began reviewing the first docunt, my phone buzzed against the wooden surface, breaking the silence.

I reached for it, half-expecting a work notification, but instead, it was a ssage.

Nicki: I’m around your estate, Evric. Can you co outside for a while?

I stared at the screen, my jaw tightening.