Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: In pain

He stared at her only, his head tilting to the side.

"I know you are still there, Rohan. If you can hear me... I want you to know that I’ve missed you. Every second of the day without you feels like hell. I feel dead inside. I can’t seem to get ahold of myself without you. I need you to come back to me... please." She sobbed, no longer seeing his face as her tears began to pour down her lashes.

Because of that, she did not notice how his whitish eyes were flicking between black, red, and then white, and how he was shaking his head as if trying to get himself right.

"Rohan, if you are going to eat me, I want you to at least know this..." she whispered through her sobs. "I love you. I love you more than life itself, and I will always do no matter what you are. A demon, vampire, or even the devil himself, I will love you until death itself... I love you."

She cried and then closed her eyes, giving herself to him to do whatever he pleased as she couldn’t reach out to get the heart when his weight was pinning her down.

Instead of feeling his fangs sink into her skin, Belle felt the hesitant brush of his fingers against her wet cheek. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and there it was. One of his eyes had turned black and familiar, while the other remained stark white, cold and unrecognizable.

"Isa... my heart," he whispered softly. "Why did you come back? You shouldn’t be here," he told her, now cupping her cheeks with both hands. He could feel himself turning into what he did not want to, faster, because he had fought to have control, but he knew the control wouldn’t last long.

"Rohan?" she cried out quietly and placed her hands against his on her cheeks as she leaned into his caressing thumb. "You are finally back. I missed you." She turned her lips and kissed his palm where he no longer had his gloves on.

"You should go back. I am not safe," he groaned, his voice thick with a pain that seemed to tear from within. He leaned his head down, resting his forehead gently against hers, breathing in her scent like it was the only thing tethering him to himself.

"I don’t want to hurt you again. You shouldn’t be here... Go back," he said, his words shaky with restraint. And yet, he didn’t pull away. He didn’t move from her body. Instead, with a kind of aching desperation, he began to press soft, lingering kisses across every part of her face, starting with her closed eyelids, then her rain-soaked cheeks, down to her jaw, and finally, with trembling reverence, her lips.

He groaned into the kiss and pulled back without deepening it.

"Fucking hell. I don’t want you to leave me, Isa. But I am afraid of myself."

He moved away from her body, grabbing his head and groaning.

Without wasting time, Belle sat up and reached for the bag and opened it, and then she stopped, her eyes rounding at the sight inside the bag.

The heart inside it was now beating with a frantic rhythm that seemed like it wanted to come out of the bag, and then she realized it was because its owner was next to it.

"Rohan..." she called as she brought out the heart in her hand.

He shook his head. "Go away from me."

"Rohan, look what I brought for you," she coaxed.

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