Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Unstable_Part 1

Belle was never sure how long they held on to each other in that same position, with half his weight resting on top of her. He had withdrawn from inside her, but the firmness of his shaft still grazed her right where they had been joined a while ago. She felt sore in places, but she couldn’t dwell on it, not with the overwhelming sense of rightness that consumed her.

They were both completely naked, with no sheet covering their bodies. Her husband lay atop her, his mouth pressed into the curve of her neck, while her hand moved slowly up and down his spine, tracing her fingers along each of the scars etched into his skin.

The chamber remained dim despite it being day, the heavy drapes tightly drawn to shut out every trace of natural light. Only the warm glow from the fireplace illuminated the space.

When he slowly pulled his head back to look down at her, his face was shadowed and unclear due to the lack of light. Belle impulsively kissed the skin beneath his lower lip, then the corner of his mouth, and finally placed a soft peck on his lips.

He didn’t move to kiss her back, he only stared at her for a moment, and then slipped his arms under her, holding her to him wordlessly, his head returning to the curve of her neck.

He held her with arms that trembled but would not let her go, and she held him back just as tightly. There was something strange and unsettling about his body temperature, it kept shifting from cold to warm, but she thought it must be because they were holding each other so closely, their bodies pressed tightly together.

She rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes, but she did not fall asleep.

One of the logs in the fireplace hissed and sparked as it burned down to glowing coal, and the rising wind outside rattled the French doors of the balcony.

Other than that, all was silent. Rohan’s breathing was even, and his chest pressed firmly against her bare breast.

Belle felt like a fairy-tale princess in this castle, and the knight who’d brought her here was showing her a world she’d never known. She had never known this part of the world he had taken her to awhile ago, one she had feared, but it was more delicious than she had expected.

She’d learned more in the last month and the weeks she’d spent here than she had in the first twenty-four years of her life. She could not vividly recall the woman she was before she was married to him, her life in Aragonia and in the Dawson mansion. He was changing her...

She recalled how terrified she had been on the day of their marriage, and comparing it to how content she felt now, it seemed like the woman who had dreaded her wedding day was a completely different person from the one holding her husband tightly after they had consummated their marriage at last.

She opened her eyes and stroked his hair gently.

Rohan’s body was as solid as the foundations of this old castle. And yet, she sensed his fragility after being one with him a while ago. Something about him had momentarily shifted when he was inside her. She’d felt a softness in him, and a vulnerability he wouldn’t normally show.

He was a man who took amusement in others’ misery and looked like nothing could hurt him, but just a while ago, she’d felt a different aura in him that made her question if she had just imagined it or if it had really happened.

His scars and his past were things she so badly wanted to learn about, but he wasn’t being open with her.

He had so much buried inside him that he did not share, and as much as she would like to know more about him and understand him better, she didn’t want to push him and end up making him avoid her, or worse, anger him. She would wait to learn him at his own pace, or figure things out herself without having to ask.

She suddenly felt his lips nuzzle the curve of her neck where his head rested. He kissed her skin, then ran his tongue over it, and she shuddered in pleasure, tightening her arms around him.

"Are you thirsty?" Belle asked softly, when she felt the graze of his fangs against her skin, making her still for a breathless moment.

"Hmm..." he hummed, the sound low and deep as he continued to lick and caress her neck in a way that sent another kind of heat spiraling through her body. The ache and warmth that had settled in her core began to rise again, melting through her like honey. She was somewhat exhausted, but the returning pleasure veiled the exhaustion.

"You... can have my blood," she whispered breathlessly, stroking his hair gently.

But he stilled, his mouth pausing against her skin. After a moment, he shook his head.

"Not in my current state," he murmured. "I’ll take it next time... when we do this again." He kissed the spot where her pulse beat steadily, then pulled back slightly.

If he dared fall into the temptation of having her blood in his current condition, when he needed more blood than usual after exhausting his strength traveling back and forth to Aragonia, he might end up harming his wife.

It was a surprise he was still sane at this rate with the exhaustion in his body.

He smiled down at her flushed face, then shifted so that she lay atop him, her head resting on his chest.

"Rest a little. We have only a few hours before we leave," he whispered into her ear and began to stroke her spine.

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