Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Fears

"In spite of my better judgment?" He leaned in, dark eyes gleaming. "I want to put a child in you."

Belle closed her eyes, breathing rapidly. She recalled what her instructor in Aragonia had said about not daring to carry his child. He had told her this marriage was not to come with a fruitful seed. But she no longer cared about everything taught to her.

The mere thought of carrying his child made her feel peculiar—not quite disgusted like any human would feel about a night creature’s child, but a strange blend of mortification, excitement, and nervous agitation.

The idea of him imagining her thighs sent a rush of heat spiraling through the place he had awakened in her, and she couldn’t contain the flutter it caused deep inside.

"And you, too," he murmured. "What you’re feeling, the reason you like it when I touch and kiss you—it’s all part of the same thing. It’s natural, Isa."

His voice softened, warm and sure. "Don’t ever let some fools tell you different, or make you feel ashamed of what you feel."

She stared at him breathing rabidly. "I... I can’t breathe properly. I need to sit up," Belle muttered as she pushed herself upright. She felt the air tighten in her chest, and when he moved back to give her space, she sat up quickly.

It was getting hard to breathe with all the feelings stirring inside her, and with him lying so close, she felt enclosed—trapped in a swirl of emotion and uncertainty. Was he saying all this because he had finally decided it was time they did it?

He didn’t stop her from pulling away. He only watched her from where he lay on her pillow, his expression unreadable.

She had not been certain that the very act she dreaded had anything to do with making babies, but now that she thought about it, it made complete sense. It confirmed the suspicions she’d formed after reading that book which spoke of restrained seed. Without a man, a woman could not get pregnant. How ignorant and clueless she’d been.

However, she did not believe she was ready for the act. It was something she had heard more about than she wanted to, and it had put a fear in her mind and heart about consummating. Her body wanted it, but her mind repelled it out of fear.

She made no move to lie down next to him again.

Belle was still sitting upright among the sheets even after a few minutes, where Rohan had wordlessly gripped her hand and was silently playing with her fingers. Her nerves were taut, her heart pounding with anxiety as his gloved fingers swirled around hers. He even brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on each of her fingers.

It wasn’t a chaste kiss at all, she doubted if Rohan even had the word chaste in his vocabulary. He put one of her fingers into his mouth, causing her to stiffen, her breath hitching when his warm tongue suckled it, licked it, then suckled it slowly again, drawing it out with an excruciatingly slow pull that sent a hot, trembling wave through her, setting her insides ablaze.

She impulsively pulled her hand back from him but he caught it back and resumed playing with her fingers.

She wished he would just sleep—or that someone would interrupt them and break the long silence that had fallen after his demonstration of making a baby. Where was Cordelia when one needed her to barge in? Perhaps she should leave and let him rest on the bed. He still looked tired and slightly pale. His eyes, for some reason looked more darker and unfocused when she looked at him for a moment.

As much as she would like to be kissed, something told her that if she lay down, it might go far beyond what they had been doing so far.

"I should get up and start preparing for our journey to the castle. I need to instruct the servants on what to pack for us, and also tell Rav to arrange our breakfast. It’s well past morning. You can keep resting, I’ll take care of everything."

Before she could pull away or retreat from the bed, Rohan tugged her hand and drew her down beside him. She let out a soft gasp and tried to quickly pull away and make an escape, but he held her down, not harshly, but with a strength that was firm and unyielding, yet gentle enough not to hurt her.

"Rohan, I need to—"

"Relax," he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. "I know you’re afraid of me bedding you as my wife. I won’t go that far yet. Don’t move away from me... or try to run."

He stroked her hair softly and tucked a strand behind her ear with quiet tenderness.

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