[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 322 - 522: Learning to Love, Learning to Keep

~Evric’s POV~

I followed him inside, smirking. "Soone’s about to beg for rcy..."

Zayn turned to , a confident grin on his face. "In case you didn’t know, I’m a badass now."

"Wow," I said, matching his grin. "Then show what you’ve got..."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his smirk lethal. "I might actually make you cry this morning, Evric, because I have really learned so new skills."

My playful mood instantly vanished, replaced by a surge of pure, primal jealousy. "You learned new skills with whom? And where did you learn it?"

Zayn tapped my chest, his expression instantly soft. "Stop, babe. I only fuck with you."

"I know," I admitted, my voice still tight. "So where did you learn these skills?"

"Online," he said simply. "I’ve been watching a lot of porn these days, baby. I’m trying to be the perfect husband for you."

I abandoned my stance and climbed onto the bed, settling over him. He wrapped his arms around my neck.

"If you’re willing to take the ti to learn how to cook for , Evric," he said earnestly, "then I owe it to you to learn how to pleasure you even better in bed, to your absolute satisfaction."

"Aww, sweetheart," I murmured, my heart aching with tenderness. "You really did not have to."

"No, baby, I’m willing to learn anything to keep my man," he insisted.

My expression turned serious. I looked deep into his eyes. "Baby, why do you keep learning things that will keep ? You’ve been saying you’re learning things to keep . You should know by now, there is nothing in this world that could make get tired of you or walk away from you."

Zayn dropped his gaze montarily, the vulnerability returning. He looked up, his expression innocent. "I know, but I’ve heard so people say couples fall out of love after a few years together."

I listened intently, waiting for him to finish.

He added, his voice vulnerable, "They said most especially gay couples. So I’ve been learning a lot of different things so you won’t lose interest in after a few years we get married."

Hearing that, and seeing how cute and honest his fear was, I couldn’t help but smile, a soft, protective ache in my chest. I kissed him, a long, deep kiss that was less about passion and more about absolute promise.

"Listen to , Zayn," I said, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I, Evric Draeven, will never stop loving you. You are my entire world."

"It is okay if you learn new things, sweetheart, because that’s exciting. But learning just to keep ? You don’t need it. I chose you for who you are, your passion, your strength, your heart. I will never, ever leave you."

His eyes softened, uncertainty flickering for a mont. "Are you sure, Daddy?"

"Absolutely, sweetheart."

He exhaled shakily. "Then... I’ll take that as a promise."

I cupped his face, pulling him closer. "Yes, baby. And it’s a promise I will never break. You are stuck with forever, sweetheart."

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes shining with relief. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you more, baby."

With the silence heavy with the gravity of our assurance, I sealed the promise with a kiss, deeper and possessive this ti.

The tenderness shifted, building quickly into raw desire.

His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling down as we lted onto the bed, the duvet bunching and pooling beneath us. Our kisses grew frantic, urgent, driven by the need to reconnect and reassure.

Clothes beca an impatient distraction. My hands were everywhere, pulling fabric away, eager to expose the skin beneath.

Zayn helped, his breath ragged, his focus singular. In monts, we were skin to skin, the cool morning air a stark contrast to the heat radiating off our bodies.

I broke the kiss, moving my adoration downward.

I pressed my lips and open mouth along the column of his throat, across his collarbone, savoring the salty taste of his skin.

I worshipped him with my hands and my mouth, exploring every contour and curve of his magnificent body.

"Baby," I murmured against his skin, my voice husky with devotion. "You are breathtaking. Every inch of you is exquisite."

I gazed up at him, my expression one of reverence. "Your body is beautiful, Zayn. It is intoxication, it is art, and it is mine, completely. Always has been, always will be."

I returned to kissing him, affirming my claim over every piece of his doubt, every residual insecurity. I wanted to show him, most physically and profoundly, that he was perfect.

I moved slowly, deliberately, delaying the final connection, prolonging the exquisite anticipation until he was pleading with my na.

He reached out, his hands guiding back up, pulling over him.

The look in his eyes, a mix of vulnerability, need, and absolute love, was the only permission I needed.

I aligned myself with him, preparing to slide inside him completely.

Zayn pulled closer and whispered to my ear, "Please, fuck now. Claim completely, Daddy."

With that final, desperate invite, I entered him. It was a powerful, deep thrust that stole the air from both of us.

Zayn scread my na, a sharp, choked moan of pure pleasure and pain.

I filled the space inside him completely with my cock.

I paused, letting him adjust, savoring the feeling of being perfectly sheathed inside my man. He wrapped his legs around my waist, urging to continue.

"You’re mine, right," I growled, moving my hips once, slow and agonizingly deep.

"I’m yours! Yours, Daddy!" Zayn gasped, digging his nails into my back.

I found our rhythm, firm, demanding thrusts that drove us deeper into the mattress. I watched his face, witnessing the raw, beautiful pleasure that erased every doubt he’d ever held.

"This is how I want you, sweetheart," I grunted, matching his every frantic moan. "Like this. Always like this."

Zayn was desperate beneath . "Please, go faster and harder!"

"Like this?" I asked, slamming deep inside him, hitting his sensitive spot perfectly.

"Yes! Yes!" His breath hitched.

I slamd inside him harder, faster, driving the air from his lungs.

"Yes, deeper, Daddy, just like that! Please, just that!"

We were a storm of frantic energy, hips eting hips with a wet, insistent slap. Every muscle in his body was tight, arched against the pleasure I was driving into him. I gripped his hips, controlling the force, ensuring there was no pullback.

I watched his face contort, pure sensation overriding everything. His eyes rolled back, a perfect, final shudder running through his fra.

"Evric!" he scread, his voice dissolving into a beautiful, raw sound.

I felt his walls contract violently around as his orgasm took him, milking my length. The sensation was imdiate, overwhelming. I threw my head back, pouring my relief and my love into his climax.

"Zayn!" I roared his na, finding my release in the beautiful, tight chaos of his body.

I waited only long enough for our breathing to calm slightly. I slid out, repositioned him onto his stomach, and grabbed his waist, turning him onto his back.

Without a second thought, I positioned myself, aligning my burning cock with his damp entrance. I pushed forward, slick and easy, back inside him.

He gasped, a moan of exhausted pleasure. "Again, Daddy?"

"Always," I confird, setting a slower, deeper rhythm this ti. A rhythm built for endurance, built to fully claim him.

We built the heat again, quieter this ti, focusing on sensation rather than speed. He clung to my neck, whispering praises into my ear.

The second release was slower, deeper, a shared wave that left us both trembling and slick with sweat.

Zayn promised three rounds, and the excitent was still humming in my veins.

So I started to pull away from him, shifting my weight as I prepared for that promised third round.

With a firm, controlled touch, I try to roll him back onto his stomach, my hands guiding him gently.

But Zayn didn’t move. He lay limp against the sheets.

"N-no," he panted, shaking his head slightly.

I paused, ready to slide in. "What was that, sweetheart?"

"I can’t," he whispered, turning his face toward . "I haven’t eaten, baby. I haven’t eaten! I can’t do any more."

I flashed him a stubborn, hungry grin, nowhere near ready to surrender. I shifted closer, letting the head of my cock glide teasingly against his entrance, just enough to make him tense and gasp.

"But you promised three rounds," I murmured, my voice low and taunting. "Weren’t you the one bragging about being a badass?"

Then I teased him with a slow thrust, pushing my cock deeper into his entrance.

He let out a noise of frustration and bit down hard on my hand. "Stop, baby! Let eat first!"

"Ouch!" I pulled back, laughing. I pinned his hands lightly. "Is that why you bite , you naughty?" I asked, my voice laced with sweet mocking.

"I’m sorry!" he apologized imdiately, burying his face in the pillow.

I chuckled and thrust inside him one last, deep, non-committal pump. I needed him to beg. "Say please, Daddy."

"Please, Daddy," he moaned obediently.

I finally pulled out of him.

"Fine. You win," I conceded, kissing the back of his neck.

I help Zayn up...