Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Wedding night_ Part 5

Belle was waiting for the pain, but it wasn’t coming. Instead, the heat in her body was increasing, and her lower part was acting strange. Her nipples felt hard and ached from the way he had caressed her a moment ago. The feeling and the thought overwhelmed her with mortification and shame. She wished he would stop and, at the same time, continue to touch her.

Rohan knew the precise moment she ached for his touch, her body on fire. Her alarm slammed into him—her fear of the unknown feelings. Deliberately, to show her what she was missing in life, his palm found the inside of her thigh and gently stroked, caressed, and prodded it sensationally.

"Oh...!" she cried out as her eyes flew open and her legs impulsively closed together, trapping his hand between her thighs. That part of her body was too private for any man to touch, and she was well aware it was the part he would join with her to torture her, to give her pain like the women had whispered.

Rohan could feel how her body ached for his touch, but she seemed too frightened to let him venture to that part as she clasped her thighs tightly together. Smirking, he prodded her most intimate part with his finger and felt her shudder and gasp.

"Open your legs, Isa. I am not going to hurt you," he promised as he prodded her gently, and she quickly parted her legs as if to remove his hand from that part of her.

He could hear the frantic pounding of her heart, sense the strength of her struggle with him, and how she tried to resist the pleasure instead of accepting it. What a stubborn little bunny he was married to. She liked it and was fighting it still yet. Why was she fighting it?

"Has another man ever touched you like this?" he whispered the words in a dark, deadly sensuality that made her body feel like a heat chamber and her mind go fuzzy.

She could only be resisting him if that bastard had done this to her before. Fools who feel love always hold on too tightly and never allow another to break into it, which was why he wanted so badly to break into this one. If he could not feel love, he would teach her to feel the only thing he was capable of having with a woman to keep her chained to him. The feeling of carnal desire could be as strong as the feeling of the heart.

"Please don’t..." she pleaded as his hand moved in circles around her intimate part, and the emotions and feelings that wracked her made her fearful of it. Tears glittered like jewels in her sandy lashes and rolled down the side of her eyes. She wasn’t supposed to want or like what he was doing to her, but then he had not put himself into her for the torture to begin, and that was what she was afraid of the most.

Rohan’s hand moved higher because he had to, found the heat and silk, tiny curls guarding treasure. His palm covered the tangle possessively, pushing into the moist heat.

"You will answer me, little bunny."

Belle clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tightly, shuddering and whimpering on the bed, fighting against the waves of sensation he created inside her, fighting against him when she had no real chance to do so.

"Answer my question, sweetheart. I do not like repeating myself," he warned silkily as he added a second finger into her, and she moaned and writhed under his ministrations like a snake. He wished he could replace his fingers with his hardened shaft.

Belle could hardly form a word with what he was doing to her, and the question he wanted her to answer was too crude and shameful to begin with. What was he doing to her body? And how could one touch someone like this—with his fingers? No one had whispered about a finger going through that part of the body. She had never heard of it among the women, not even in the hushed, sinful confessions she had tried to overhear in the Cathedral.

She, like every woman in Aragonia, had been made to attend the holy house and listen to the priests speak of the sins that would condemn a woman’s soul to hell. One of the greatest sins was the danger of temptation, especially the sin of lust and acts that strayed beyond what was considered normal.

This was a sin. A great sin. A sin that would make her a sinner. The priests had spoken of women who strayed and were cast into the depths of damnation. She had been taught that purity was a woman’s greatest virtue, that her body was sacred, and now—now she had allowed herself to be touched in a way that had never been spoken of in sermons, not even as a warning.

"Do not defy me, Isa." His voice was husky now, raw with lust and desire. His fingers moved, probed, found her most sensitive spot, and used it to his advantage to make her moan. ƒrēewebnovel.com

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