Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Love bite

Rohan slid his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to him and causing her to fall forward against his chest. She looked up at him, lips parted, but he didn’t kiss her. He gently move her long hair away from her neck, then leaned down and kissed her shoulder and then neck.

She stilled in alarm. "Rohan..."

"Shh."

He licked the hollow of her throat, then pulled her soft skin between his teeth.

"Wh-what are you doing? You can’t take my blood?" she stammered, trying to push away from him, scared that he would take her blood without her consent.

"Stay still, Isa. I am not taking your blood. I want to leave my mark on your neck. Love bite, as lovers call it," he said against her neck, his warm breath falling on her skin.

"A love—"

Rohan bit down, and Belle inhaled sharply. He suckled her skin, keeping it tender so he wouldn’t break her skin enough to taste her blood. He tasted the salt of her skin, felt her pulse flutter beneath his lips; it was everything he could do not to actually take her blood.

Strip for me, he wanted to say. He wanted to see his Belle with her petticoat up, her fingers untying the waistband of her pantalets. He wanted her to pull the pantalets down so he could see her womanhood glistening with moisture. His already hard erection gave a throb.

He wondered if her nipples without the fabric would taste different. He wanted to unlace and remove the damned petticoat so he could feast on her breasts. He wanted to open his mouth over one, grip the other with his hand and taste her all over again.

Go slowly with her. Savor this. He reminded himself.

Rohan raised his head. He let his gaze brush hers, catching a flash of hazel before he lowered it to the safety of her lips again. He did not want to compel her by mistake or even attempt it after the one he had done that morning before he left. He did not want to destroy her mind by overcompelling, and he would never have done it had she not seen his back.

Not many vampires have the ability to compel, just the purebloods, and a human could only take no more than five compellings, and that too at a different time with long durations, or the human might lose their sanity and have their memories jumbling together. She was never supposed to see the scars he carried. He had compelled her twice now; he did not want to have another reason for the third one.

He looked down at her lips rather than her eyes. Very kissable lips. The bottom one curved and pouted slightly, the top one was ever so slightly bowed. Her eyes were half-closed, her hair mussed, a dark mark on her throat where he’d suckled her.

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