Chapter 97: Who is Zayn to you

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Chapter 97 of "[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice" starts with thrilling twists: Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Who is Zayn to you I would never fuck a friend, Zayn.... Continue the story!

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Who is Zayn to you I would never fuck a friend, Zayn. I wouldn’t leave my work just to be with a friend. Okay?" I nodded quickly, my throat tight. "Okay." He kissed my forehead softly, then pulled the blanket over us. "Good... let’s sleep." And just like that, I melted into his arms, silently promising myself I wouldn’t fail him tomorrow. The soft light of morning filtered into the room, painting the walls in pale gold. We were still tangled in the warmth of the sheets when the sharp sound of Evric’s phone broke the silence. He stirred beside me, groaning lightly as he reached for it. The screen lit up, and I watched him hesitate. Without a word, he turned his head toward me and pressed a kiss to my lips, gentle but firm, almost as if to reassure me. "Babe," he murmured softly, "I’ll take this call." He slipped out of bed, his broad back disappearing toward the door. The quiet click of the latch followed, leaving me staring at the ceiling. My chest tightened with curiosity, wondering who could be calling this early. Minutes later, he returned. His face was composed, but I caught the faint tension in his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Babe," he said carefully, "I have to go back this evening. There’s work waiting for me first thing tomorrow. Will you come with me, or... do you want to stay behind?" I looked at him, caught between the comfort of staying with my mom a little longer and the pull of following him. "I’ll stay," I said finally, my voice quiet but certain. "I’ll come back later." He frowned slightly, protective as always. "And how will you get home? Whenever you’re ready, I can send my driver to pick you up. Just call me." I shook my head with a faint smile. "It’s okay. I can manage on my own." Still, he leaned closer, his gaze intense. "Before you go back to your place, come to my house first. Promise me." His tone left no room for argument. I nodded, letting a small warmth curl in my chest. "Okay, baby." The tension between us softened. We lay back down for a little while longer, sharing quiet moments, his arm resting securely around me. But soon enough, we rose together, slipping into the bathroom. The air filled with the sound of running water and our playful laughter as we brushed our teeth side by side, bumping shoulders like children. "Stop pushing me," I chuckled, spitting into the sink. "You’re in my way," he teased, nudging me again before wrapping an arm around my waist. From brushing, we moved to the shower. This time, we took turns, each of us stepping under the spray separately, giving the other space. Yet even like that, the steam filled the bathroom, curling around us and clinging to our skin. He lingered close while I finished, handing me a towel with that soft, knowing look in his eyes. "Zayn," he murmured, his voice low, "can you be quiet? Don’t make a sound." The meaning was obvious. My lips opened, and I whispered back, half-scolding, half-pleading, "Evric... we already showered. Everyone’s awake, why are you asking me that now?" He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against my ear. "Babe, I need to leave today. Work will keep me busy, and you might not come back for a while. Pity your baby now. I won’t take long, just a quick one." I shook my head, glancing at the door. "Breakfast is almost ready. They’ll call us any second." He smirked, his hands sliding to my waist. "I’d rather eat you than eat." "Evric..." I tried to protest, but his lips were already on mine, urgent and hungry. "Please... oh, please, baby..." "You’re not the type to be quick at this," I whispered breathlessly when he pulled back for air. "I’ll make it quick," he promised, his voice rough with need. We had only towels on, both of us. With one decisive tug, he pulled mine free, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor. His lips curled into a sly grin, the kind that made my chest tighten. Then, without a word, he reached over to his bag and pulled out a small bottle of oil, holding it up as if he had been planning this moment all along. I laughed softly. "Evric, you came prepared?" "Always," he teased, guiding me toward the chair. "Sit on me, baby." I obeyed, lowering myself onto his lap as he poured oil over both our cocks. His hands slid over us, slick and sure, the heat between us rising fast. "Moan into my mouth," he warned softly. "Not outside." I nodded, and then his fingers pinched my nipple. A sharp gasp escaped me before his palm clamped gently over my lips to quiet me. His hand stroked us together in quick, desperate rhythm. Just as my body began to tremble, a knock sounded at the door. "Zayn?" Liana’s voice. "Breakfast is ready." I froze, but Evric didn’t stop. Instead, he pressed his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard as his hand moved even faster. "Yes, Liana," I called out, my voice shaking. "I’ll be there..." His touch dragged another sound out of me, breaking my words into a breathless stammer. After her footsteps faded, I smacked his shoulder. "Evric! We’re going to get caught." But his eyes were dark with desire, his strokes relentless. Faster and harder until heat coiled tight inside me, then both of us spilled together, his mouth sealing over mine so my moans were swallowed whole. By the time we finally dressed, far more time had passed than we’d planned. At the dining table, I greeted my mom, and Evric did the same politely, sitting beside her. Breakfast passed in silence, the air heavy with unspoken thoughts. At last, my mom gave Liana a quiet signal to leave. Now it was just the three of us. My mom turned to Evric, her voice calm but probing. "Did you enjoy the food?" "Yes, ma’am," he replied smoothly. There was a pause, then she asked the same question as yesterday, her eyes sharp, searching. "Who is Zayn to you?" When I opened my mouth to answer, he stopped me. "Zayn," she said firmly when I tried to answer. "I’m asking Evric, not you."

Chapter 97: Who is Zayn to you

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