Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: GET THE DOCTOR_Part 3

What was his wife’s role in this, and how could she be dead and alive at the same time? The thought was twisting his head as he had no answers to any of them. And the fact that he could only get to see Kuhn when he went to Nightbrook wasn’t helping.

"What are you thinking of?" Belle asked, noticing how silent he had gone and how lost in thought he looked.

Rohan’s body was like a warm wall as he pulled her closer to him under the covers, breaking out of his thoughts. His touch was amazingly gentle as he stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes. How lovely to stay here forever in this bubble of contentment, floating away in quiet happiness.

"Nothing." He kissed her forehead.

"Will Rav bring us new clothes?" she asked quietly.

"He will."

"I haven’t thanked you yet for yesterday," Belle said as she looked up at his face. "I had the best birthday ever in all of my twenty-five years of life."

"You needn’t thank me. I was supposed to give you a celebration, but my being unconscious for a while did not let me plan it. But don’t worry, I will do better next year. We will have a grand celebration"—in the royal castle, he added that part in his mind as he kissed the corner of her lip.

"I don’t need a celebration. I am content with just you. I don’t mind if we do this again next year." She snuggled into him and idly traced his muscular arm with her fingernail, trailing it toward his chest where his heart was beating steadily. She was feeling sleepy again, but she tried to fight it by rubbing his bare chest slowly.

Rohan stroked the back of her moving hand. His warmth covered her like a blanket, and his breath burned as he kissed the line of her hair and then moved to her lips silently. freёwebnovel-com

She stopped rubbing his warm skin when Rohan suddenly gave her a bruising kiss for unknowingly stroking his desires again. Her body dissolved into him, and she gladly slipped her arms around him, holding him close.

Rohan made it evident he wanted to make love to her again by moving her legs apart with gentle hands and pushing his way inside her once more—no words, no argument.

Belle rocked back on the pillows and spread her thighs, happily taking him in and allowing him to drive her into a new world of lust and passion.

She slept again afterwards.

When she woke, she felt feverish and strange, her entire body ached like she had been beaten. Not just that—her throat felt itchy and tight. She frowned as she moved her eyes towards the window that was a dull gray square. Rohan stood to one side of it, looking out. The rain had stopped, but the snow had resumed, and it swayed down the glass.

He was naked, that caught her attention immediately, and he rested one hand on the wall, his glorious backside half turned to her as he looked out at something beyond the window.

In the gloomy light that played on his powerful muscles, he reminded her of the perfect male sculptures she’d seen in a park in Aragonia. But those sculptures had been marble and alabaster; Rohan was like living bronze.

They were on the second floor, in the front of the inn, the nicest room, the landlord had assured them. But the windows had no curtains, and Belle felt queasily exposed as she tried to pull the blanket over her body properly while silently watching her husband.

When she stirred, however, she felt her stomach twist into a painful cramp, and she moaned softly, clenching her fists around the sheet.

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