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Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Improved in kissing

With how Rohan carried himself and looked down his nose at everyone beneath him, no one would ever know that beneath his twisted mischief and the way he put people in uncomfortable situations was a man with many mysterious scars that made one unable to look away and wonder how he must have gotten them when he was untouchable to others who feared him.

How did he get such scars on his back? Belle wondered as she jerked her wandering gaze back to his face, swallowing to combat the sudden emotions that rose up to her throat. She had carried the little scar on her forehead and endured many insults from people. She couldn’t help but wonder how he had carried this many and still looked unbothered by the world.

He slept with his face turned toward her, where the gentle glow of the candles penetrated the soft drapes and fell on his tanned-handsome face, the generous sweep of his lashes brushing his cheeks. Since they had a golden tint, Belle had never before realized just how long and luxurious they were.

Sleep had erased the strain that so often furrowed his brow and eased the scowl or mischievous look he always had on his face that would make one uneasy in his presence. He was like an entirely different person lying on her bed, with her heart going out to him for the scars he bared on his back.

With his thick blue hair tousled and his lips slightly parted, she could almost catch a glimpse of the man he would have been if he wasn’t so twisted and devilish.

As a distinctly human snore escaped his lips, Belle shook her head, overcome by a wave of strange tenderness that made her fought the urge to touch his hair and stroke it. She never knew the night creatures slept like humans. They were all made to believe in Aragonia that they retire to their coffins at daytime to rest and wandered the land at night. She had not seen Rohan’s chamber yet but she doubted he used any coffin.

Looking yet again at his back, Belle realized there was more to this man than what everyone says and what he seemed to make them believe. She did not want to get curious about him, but seeing his back and realizing that he had laid here after obviously taking care of her made a strange unwelcome feeling bloom in her chest.

Belle closed her eyes for a moment, struggling to compose herself and remind herself why she shouldn’t let this image of his innocent sleeping form deceive her into wanting to know him, but she couldn’t help that feeling.

She knew she should let him know that she was awake so he would leave her bed and room, but she couldn’t move. She might never again have the chance to draw near to him to see how much of the scar was on his body. Was it only on his back? And how deep was that line below his shoulder? freewebnøvel_com

One touch. That was all she would allow herself to feed her curious mind.

Belle drew closer and stretched out her hand, keenly aware that this was no portrait, but flesh and blood, seething with heat and strength and life.

One second her fingertips were grazing the warm golden skin of his scarred back, the next she was flat on her back on the soft mattress, both of her wrists manacled above her head in one of his hands, his other hand wrapped around the slender column of her throat.

Her eyes widened in horror, mesmerized by the swiftness of his movement and the darkness in his eyes as he scowled dangerously down at her.

Every breath she took was a struggle, but she couldn’t tell if that was from being pinned beneath his weight or from inhaling the intoxicating scent of his sleep-warmed skin. Along with the usual mix of sandalwood and oud, there was a new, even more potent spice—danger.

"R-Rohan...I can’t breathe," she managed to rasp out, her eyes already turning teary.

Recognition slowly dawned in his eyes, leaving them heavy-lidded. His grip on her wrists and her throat softened, yet still, he made no move to free her. She wasn’t sure she could have fled if he had. A heavy tiredness seemed to take over her limbs, slowing time with each beat of her heart. She was acutely aware of his weight, his heat, the strength of his body pinning her to the mattress. Even in her innocence, Belle understood that the hand on her throat was far from the greatest danger she faced.

"No..." she whispered as she watched his gaze drift to her lips. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t draw in a single shuddering breath that wasn’t filled with the musky heat of him. "Please don’t..."

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