Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Sin (part 2)

"Ro—Rohan, are you—" She never got to finish those words as he closed the distance between them. But instead of biting her and sucking her dry like she imagined, he did the last thing she expected him to do.

He kissed her.

Rohan could not remember the last time he had been in a noisy place like the human market. The loud voices and sounds overwhelmed him, making him want to silence everyone around him forever so they would never speak or make noise again.

He liked to torment people and hear their cries of suffering, but not the sounds of their words, happy laughter, a joyful atmosphere, or movements. Those enraged or overwhelmed him. And at this moment, he couldn't do what he usually did to silence the noise, because he didn't want to terrify the already frightened woman who was now his wife, the one he planned to keep. For a moment, he had almost forgotten she was in the carriage with him until he heard her voice.

When he looked up at her uncertain, terrified, large hazel eyes, he could think of nothing but distracting himself from the noise. He went forward and kissed her.

She started, her hands coming up to push him away and fight him. But he ordered against her lips, "Stay still, little bunny." And she immediately went still, resting her hands on his shoulders instead. She made a soft noise of surprise when he sucked in her breath and licked her lips.

Hmm, her lips were softer and tasted sweeter than he had imagined when he first laid eyes on her. He had thought they resembled a ripe cherry, plump and full, and he was right. They were as sweet as the delicious sins he indulged in.

He needed her body under his. He wanted to watch her hazel eyes soften with desire and make her lips melt against his, her cheeks flush with pleasure. He wanted to rub the sweet berry between her legs and make her wet. He wanted to drive into her until he released, and then he wanted to do it all over again.

He'd wake with her head on his pillow and kiss her until she opened her eyes. He'd feed her breakfast and watch her smile as she took food from his mouth. He drew his tongue across her lower lip. She tasted of honey and the whiskey he'd given her, sweet spice.

He felt the pulse of her neck pounding beneath his fingertips, her breath scalding his skin. He wanted that hot breath on his arousal, which was already hard and aching. He wanted her to touch her lips to it like she touched them to his mouth. He imagined those thoughts to distract his mind from the damned noise. She was inexperienced, and he wanted to teach her how to move her lips, but he heard her whimper against his lips.

"I can't breathe..." she whispered when he moved back from her lips.

His lips twitched slightly. "Did he never teach you how to kiss?" he rasped against her lips.

"I... did not forget Mr. Marchant, and love is not something so easily forgotten. Once one loves with all their heart, my Lord, nothing can make one forget, not even a mere kiss," she said firmly. She could not blame him for the way he thought when he had said he was incapable of feeling the emotion of love. Perhaps that was why he had killed his parents. She had been lost in his kiss for a moment because he was a sin that lured one in, and before she knew it, she hadn't fought him. His kiss tasted different from any she had experienced, not that she had many, just one. freewebnσvel.cѳm

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