Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Wishes

After the experience they had with the old man, Rohan decided that there was no use walking in the fair anymore. She had gotten to walk in the snow and even touch it a few times and let it slide down her fingers, and for the worry that something else might disrupt her mind again like the so-called fortune teller, Rohan took her to his final destination, the purpose of their outing: the opera.

And thankfully, the opera experience was enough to take her mind off that old man.

They sat in one of the private boxes at the top, away from the crowds that had bothered Rohan at first. But after being in the private box, he relaxed a bit.

But no matter what he did, he could not focus on the singer and kept watching his wife, trying to gauge her expression to know if she was enjoying herself. He wanted to see the story of the song through her expression as he noticed occasional smiles pull on her lips, and she bit back a chuckle as the people in the hall laughed at something being sung by the singer. But for the life of him, he could not find any enjoyment in what they watched but found it in the face of the woman beside him.

It had taken many distractions to make her cheer up again after what that man said, and if he could help it, he would make sure for the rest of today nothing troubled her again.

He was still watching her when she turned to him as if sensing his stare. She frowned, "You’re not watching the opera," she pointed out.

"I am." His hand closed over hers on her lap. "Watch the opera," he told her. He was watching through her expression and did not need to watch the story musical being played.

Belle forced her gaze to the stage, where the soprano was singing passionately about a lost lover. Tears shimmered on the singer’s face, and Belle wondered if she was thinking about a real lover. Whoever the woman mourned, the notes of the aria ached with emotion.

"It’s beautiful," Belle whispered.

"I can play this piece note for note," Rohan said, his breath warm against her ear. "But I cannot capture its soul."

"Oh." She squeezed his hand.

Rohan almost said, Teach me to hear it the way you do, but he knew that was impossible.

To him, she was like one of the rare, pure hearts he kept in his secret treasure boxes, delicate in beauty, yet with a hidden core of steel. Dark hearts would shatter or crumble under pressure, but pure hearts, the ones that were quietly brave, endured. They waited, waited for hands like his.

A collector. Someone who would recognize their worth, treasure them, keep them safe in a box far away from the darkness that stalked the world. Only, she had been introduced to that darkness now, and there was no going back.

Belle closed her eyes to listen, the soft curls at her forehead quivering with the hush of her breath. He liked how her hair loosened, like silk unthreading from a tapestry.

The soprano ended the piece on a final, soaring note.

Belle clapped instinctively, her smile glowing, her eyes bright with wonder. Rohan could sense the emotions swirling inside her by the music that told a story, but despite having his heart, it did not touch him enough to make him clap his hands, because he did not understand the emotions in the music he listened to.

Belle seemed to have no trouble understanding or responding to the joy in the music like every other person in the hall.

When she looked up at him, tears clinging to her lashes, he instinctively leaned down and kissed her.

She startled, her hands rising as though to push him away. But then she rested them on his shoulders instead, and a soft, yielding sound left her lips.

He needed her. Tonight.

He wanted to see the warmth rise in her eyes, to feel her cheeks grow hot with longing. He wanted to caress the tender bloom between her thighs until her body responded with need. He wanted to sink into her and lose himself in her until he found release—and then start all over again.

He wanted to wake with her head on his pillow and press kisses to her eyelids as they fluttered open.

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