[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 233: The Confession That Never Came

~Evric’s POV~

I took a shaky breath, preparing to launch the words that would either save us or destroy us.

"Babe, listen to me..." I started, my voice cracking. "I—"

My sentence was cut short when my phone suddenly rang. Seeing Evans’s name on the screen snapped me out of my thoughts, dragging me back from my confession and straight into the crisis.

"I’m so sorry, baby," I whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "It’s Evans—I need to take this call. I’ll be right back, okay?"

Zayn, his eyes already heavy with fatigue, nodded. "Okay, baby."

I rushed out into the hallway, shutting the door behind me. I immediately answered, my voice tense. "Evans! Did you find anything? Is it fake?"

"Evric, calm down," Evans said immediately, hearing the panic in my voice. "The news isn’t what we wanted. The trace we ran on the video file returned an error. It keeps saying the file is corrupted or its headers are masked. We can’t detect if it’s real or fake."

I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the cool wall. "That result doesn’t help me! I was about to confess to Zayn when you called!"

"Oh? How is he?" Evans asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"He’s exhausted. He’s fine, he missed me. I tried to tell him, but... everything is just too much, Evans."

We talked for another minute, Evans repeating his advice to remain calm and seize the next opportunity, before we ended the call.

I waited in the quiet hallway, running a hand through my hair, trying to re-center myself for the second, failed attempt. I took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door quietly, and stepped back inside.

Zayn was exactly where I left him, but his head had settled deeper into the pillow. His breathing was slow and even. He had already fallen asleep.

The second window of opportunity was gone. Now, I was truly running out of time.

Zayn was so utterly exhausted from weeks of worry and little rest at the hospital that he slept right through the entire evening. I lay beside him, the silence of the room punctuated only by his soft, steady breathing, and the frantic drumming of my own heart. I watched the clock tick past five, then six, then seven in the evening, waiting for him to stir, waiting for my next chance to speak. But he remained deeply under.

My body, finally relaxing after the tension of Zayn’s arrival, began to protest the weeks of exhaustion and neglect. Before the moon climbed too high, I slipped into a restless, uneasy sleep.

It wasn’t yet midnight when a gentle, familiar pressure woke me.

Zayn was awake.

He was nestled close, his face buried in my chest, and his hand was moving slowly, intimately, rubbing the sensitive skin around my cock. He lifted his head, his eyes half-lidded, already dark and heavy with desire. He moved to kiss me, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of sleep and longing.

Instantly, my body responded. It had been weeks, and the sheer familiarity, the warmth of his touch, made me instantly hard. I needed him, every part of me craved the desperate, messy relief of being close to him again.

But just as the urge to roll him onto his back and sink into him took over, a cold wave of disgust hit me. One word echoed in my mind—Nicki.

I didn’t know if I was clean. I didn’t know if the video was real. I couldn’t bear the thought of penetrating Zayn, of potentially contaminating the one pure, safe thing I had left. I couldn’t do it.

I pulled away from the kiss and quickly wrapped my arms around him, pretending to be asleep. Then I buried my face in the pillow, hiding everything I was feeling.

Zayn paused for a moment, then leaned close, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered in a low, husky voice, "Daddy? Wake up... I need you."

I couldn’t ignore that. I turned my head and kissed him again, a hard, passionate kiss that satisfied my lust without engaging my deeper fear. I pulled back, my breathing uneven.

"Babe," I murmured, closing my eyes. "We should sleep. I’m... I’m exhausted."

"Daddy, your baby is horny," he whispered, a childish pout in his voice, his hand still playing dangerously low on my body.

"I know, baby," I said, forcing patience into my tone. "But you should really sleep. I just can’t right now."

He paused, then sighed, a small, disappointed sound. "Okay, baby. I understand you’re tired." He rolled away slightly, settling back down.

I instantly turned my back on him, and a hot, miserable tear dropped onto the pillow. He didn’t even fight me. That’s how understanding he was, and how much he trusted me. He was so horny, so starved for intimacy, and I had turned him down because I felt dirty.

I couldn’t punish him for my mistake. He needed me. He had done his part by reaching out for intimacy, now it was my turn to meet that need.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to push past the disgust and guilt twisting inside me. Then I reached back and pulled him tightly against me, needing to feel his warmth.

I turned him over to face me, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of his neck. "I changed my mind," I whispered. "I won’t let my man suffer for sex."

Zayn’s eyes searched mine, no longer sleepy, but clouded with genuine hurt. "Don’t you reject me for sex again, baby." His voice was soft, laced with a plea. "It’s been weeks."

My heart clenched. I kissed his forehead. "I’m sorry, my love. I truly am so sorry."

"But why, Evric?" he asked, confusion clouding his voice. "We haven’t seen each other for weeks. Before, the moment we reunited, you’d always want me right away, it was how you showed you missed me. But now..." His voice wavered. "Now you didn’t. Do you... Don’t you find me attractive anymore? Or maybe... You don’t miss me?"

I immediately crushed his mouth with mine, kissing him hard and desperately, trying to kiss the insecurity away. I pulled back only enough to frame his face in my hands. "Never think that. You know how much I’ve been dealing with lately, the stress, everything. I’m sorry for turning you down. I was just... stuck in my head."

His eyes softened instantly. He reached up, cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing away the track of the tears I hadn’t realized I’d shed. "No, baby, I apologize. I left you alone when you needed me most, dealing with everything here. I know my mother’s health is as important as your peace, but I’m sorry I wasn’t here."

"Shh," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. "You don’t need to apologize. I understand, truly." I kissed him again, deep and slow. "Let me make it up to you."

Zayn nodded, his eyes shining with anticipation and relief. "Please do."

With that simple invitation, I helped him shed the rest of his clothes until he was gloriously naked beneath the duvet. I only managed to pull my own silk nightwear top over my head, leaving my lower body covered, a tiny, necessary compromise for my conscience.

I buried my face in his chest, claiming him. I moved my attention to his nipple, pulling the taut peak into my mouth. I worked the small nub with my tongue and teeth, sucking hard and hot, sending a shiver of pleasure through his entire body. The sound of Zayn’s low, guttural moans filled the room.

I let my hands travel down, stroking the hard length of his cock, but I didn’t take him in my mouth yet. Instead, I separated his legs, tracing the line of his ass until I reached the tight, slick entrance. This was a new, raw territory for us, fueled by the desperate need to feel real again.

I leaned down and placed my tongue directly on his hole, tasting the musky, clean scent of him. I sucked, firm and deep, moving my tongue in tight, demanding circles.

"Ah... Oh God, Evric!" Zayn’s back arched violently off the bed. He gasped my name, his fingers clutching the sheet, his eyes squeezed shut against the intensity.

I worked with a fierce determination, pulling, licking, and drawing him deeper, my jaw aching from the exertion, focused entirely on the raw, beautiful sounds of his unraveling.

"Mm-hmm... Haa... yes, baby," he managed, his voice trembling on a high wire.

I didn’t let up. My left hand pressed firmly against his inner thigh, keeping him anchored, while I continued to suck his entrance, hard and relentlessly. The pressure was intense, drawing a primal sound from him.

"Nnh... Ahh... please, Evric," he begged, his hips starting to rock instinctively against my mouth. "That feels... God, that feels so good..."

I moved my head...