Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Time in the inn_Part 2

The storm raged through Bimmerville like cannon fire. No one, not even Rav, knew where they were, and he wasn’t about to tell him.

Tonight, his wife belonged to him.

Belle had landed in the swift stream of his life, and she’d stuck there like a solid rock. Everything else swirled past him, but like an anchor, his wife stayed, despite the danger he carried with him.

He needed her to stay forever, and for the first time in his life, he was willing to try anything to keep her forever.

Whatever that man had said about her being a dead person, he refused to take that into consideration, not when she was very much alive before him, not when he had come to cherish her more than he ever did his own heart, which to him was a big thing equal to love itself.

His heart had always been the biggest treasure of his life, and collecting hearts had always given him pleasure. But somehow, this little woman was all that, she was his biggest treasure, the one he planned to keep in a safe box.

But tonight, he needed to have his wife.

Rohan bent and carefully hauled her to her feet. Her body was slippery, sliding in a fine way against his.

"I’m still cold," she shivered without the heat of the water.

"I’ll warm you up."

He snatched another towel from the pile and wrapped it around her before she could start shivering intensely again.

The water wasn’t doing much to stop the cold. The heat of his body was better than a fire, better than all the hot water in the world, and he would share it with her on the bed.

Rohan lifted her, stepped carefully from the bath, and carried her to the narrow bed near the burning stove. The maid had inserted hot bricks wrapped in cloth under the worn but clean bed linens.

Rohan laid her on the warmed bed. She looked up at him, not in the least worried as he dropped his towel and stretched out beside her on the mattress. He pulled the covers over them both, cocooning them in warmth. The heat of the bricks and Rohan’s body permeated the bed, driving away the cold instantly.

Belle wrapped her arms around him as he turned onto his side to face her.

"You are so warm," she moaned in satisfaction as she moved her body into his, and he held her firmly to his front, teasing her earlobe with his mouth.

"Are all demons this warm?" She bit back a moan as his chest against her sensitive nipples felt so good.

"No, they are usually hot. The late queen’s vampire blood diluted my demon blood." He kissed her cheeks.

At his words, a thought came to Belle’s mind, and before she could stop or rethink her question, she asked it anyway. "What about your demon father? Have you ever—"

"No, I don’t care. He could burn in hell for all I care. Enough of demon talk, I want my wife." He turned his head to look at her, not in the least bit interested in talking about a man who had impregnated a woman with his son and disappeared, never coming to his son’s aid even when he was about to get killed and was tortured mercilessly. He had never gotten curious about the demon who had slept with his mother, and he was never going to try to find out anything about him.

Belle sensed that he did not want to talk about that, and to be honest, she also did not want them to talk tonight, as her body was insanely aroused and she could not think of another way to put that out than to let him have his way.

"What naughtiness are you going to teach me now?" she asked in a quiet voice that held a mild shyness, looking back at him. Before he was put in that state by his exhaustion, she recalled the night he taught her different things and promised that he would teach her more every night. Now, she looked forward to those lessons more than she would care to admit.

"No naughtiness tonight," he mused.

"Oh." She sounded so disappointed, Rohan couldn’t hold back a small chuckle.

He smoothed her wet hair back from her face and leaned so he was half on, half off her. Her breath touched his mouth, fragrant and sweet.

"Promise me," he said.

"Promise you what?"

"Promise you’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like anything I am about to do to you." He touched his bare hand to her cheek, the darkened veins and nails a sharp contrast to her pale skin. This was the first time he would be having her after getting his heart back.

He smiled into her lips. "Please what, Isa? What do you want me to do?" he rubbed himself against her slowly and seductively, stroking her right where she ached for him but not going in to soothe it. freewēbnoveℓ.com

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