Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Savor every drop

He chuckled at her words and then replied, "And you still want me like that, don’t you, my silly naughty little wife?" He pinched her nose playfully.

If only she knew how he had been tempted every night to come to her. But then, he had been good at holding himself back from what he wanted. He had pretended he had no wife and continued with his life until he was certain she missed him enough to reach out to him first.

But then she had come to search for him—or more precisely, Kuhn, the damned hypocrite, had brought her to his art room to reveal to her things about him she was curious about behind his back.

Rohan fought the urge to go and search for the creature. He had switched so fast ever since Belle had started to see him. Before, he hung around Rohan like a tail, and now it was his wife. And since she couldn’t understand the words he wanted to tell her, the damned hypocrite had come to show it to her.

Very soon, Rohan thought, he would use Kuhn for firewood in the fireplace!

If he hadn’t come sooner, only the devil knows what she would have seen in his paintings with her abilities. To him, there were pasts he did not want to ever revisit nor let anyone see. But at this rate, with these abilities of his wife, he knew it would be a matter of time before she pieced things together and understood those visions. He never wanted her to see nor understand them.

They were his past, and the pasts should always be locked away and never be let out to ruin a future and the present.

Belle hated that she flushed at his words, especially when she should be mad—mad that he had hoped for her to be miserable without him. Now she remembered just how infuriating he could be and why she shouldn’t have come looking for him in the first place.

But even so, she couldn’t bring herself to leave again. All she could do was glare up at him while he stared down at her, his midnight eyes glimmering, narrowing slowly like he was trying to focus on something just beyond reach—something he couldn’t quite grasp.

"Are you injured?" he suddenly asked with a deep frown on his face.

"What?" Belle was taken aback. "No. I am not injured."

"I can smell your blood. It’s faint, but it’s still there. Did you get hurt in the training?" he questioned again, this time reaching out to raise her hands as if to examine her for injuries, and it suddenly dawned on Belle the blood he could sense. She flushed to the root of her head and hurridly pulled her hands back from him.

"It’s not an injury..." she muttered, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole as he gave her a questioning look that made her avert her gaze in embarrassment. "It’s... the last day of my time of the month. I’ll take my leave," she added quickly, turning to walk away before the mortification could swallow her entirely. But before she could get far, he caught her arm and gently pulled her back into his embrace.

She had never known that vampires could smell even the faintest traces of blood, and now she was horrified—not knowing whether it was the blood he smelled or the subtle odors that came with it. It was that time of the month when women were taught to bathe often and change their cloth rags regularly. The thought of him sensing it made her feel completely exposed, vulnerable, and painfully self-conscious. She wanted to disappear, to hide away and never see his face again.

Had she known he could pick up on it, she would never have come looking for him.

But as if sensing her shame and discomfort, he circled his arm around her waist and leaned in,

"You don’t need to feel shy about it. It’s just blood I smell—nothing else. There’s nothing about it to be embarrassed of," came his deep, slow voice that fell straight on the shell of her ears, making her jump slightly —she hadn’t even realized he’d leaned in so close. She made a small motion to step back, only to realize a heartbeat too late that his arms were still wrapped around her, holding her securely against him.

"Not so fast," he muttered, brushing his lips against her earlobe, causing her toes to curl inside her shoes. "I am thirsty now that you have tempted me. I haven’t taken blood straight from a woman in a while now."

Belle went rigid as a stone. "I should go back to my chamber. You can carry on whatever you were doing," she said quickly, terrified that he would drink from her, but then she couldn’t move away from his grip that held her against him.

"I want a woman’s blood, Isa," he rasped thickly in her ear, his warm breath tickling her sensitive lobe.

"Does it make a difference which blood you have, whether male or female?" she questioned, her voice breathless.

"Hmm," he hummed, using the tip of his tongue to tease her ear further. "It makes a huge difference. A female’s blood is more alluring and tastes more delicious than male’s. But if you don’t mind me taking from another woman—who I will have to touch and hold her in the process—I will go and find me a human woman."

Belle’s fingers, which were spread against his chest, clenched into a fist. "You are being wicked again," she muttered, and he laughed.

"Not wicked. Hungry for my wife’s blood. It’s not as bad as your mind makes it seem. It won’t kill you if I take a little," he coaxed.

Belle suddenly recalled Cordelia’s words about Rohan being a vampire who didn’t know how to control his thirst and that once he started taking, he didn’t stop. She always remembered all the stories about night creatures who drank blood and ended up killing their prey in the process. She wasn’t ready to die, and at those thoughts, her heart began to race in terror.

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