Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Nightly activity_Part 2

Instead of leaving the chamber, Rohan moved closer and positioned himself behind her, wrapping his body around hers. She quivered at the sensation of his warmth against her back, his long legs tucked up beneath hers, and a muscular arm thrown across her. All the textures, scents, and pulses of him surrounded her, his breath falling softly on her neck.

What an extraordinary creature this man was, Belle thought. And what a dangerous one. She had expected him to leave when she turned her back, so she could force herself back to sleep, but instead, he was now holding her, pressing himself against her from behind. The sensation caused her stomach to stir, and her heart to thud wildly.

Belle knew she shouldn’t take pleasure in his touch, yet her body responded to him as if it had no will of its own. That terrified her. How easily he could awaken something deep within her—a feeling that curled around her spine and whispered desires into her once pure and innocent heart and soul.

She recalled the minister in Aragonia once warning the young ladies that a woman’s fall always began with the craving for a man’s attention. It didn’t start with wickedness, but with curiosity... The path to ruin was paved with such small indulgences. And now, lying here with him like this, Belle feared she had already taken her first step down that path. She didn’t try to push away from him, but instead, her body seemed to relax into him.

"I don’t want to go to hell," she whispered without thinking as she felt his hand come to settle on her breast from behind, but her words made him pause.

Rohan was taken aback by her words, and it made him chuckle softly. "Then you won’t go," he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair and trailing his fingers down her bare arm. His wife would never stop astonishing and amazing him. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of horseshit the humans were filling their women’s heads with.

"With what you’re doing to me, I will," she muttered.

His hand moved to settle on her hip, and then he decided to humor her. "I will bring you out of it if you find it uncomfortable. But don’t fight the natural desires you were born with just because someone told you they’ll lead you to hell. My version of hell isn’t so terrible... if you let me be the one to take you there, little bunny," he drawled, slow and husky.

"I shouldn’t like this..." she whispered softly, her breath wavering as she tried not to choke on a new surge of tears.

The guilt overwhelmed her all of a sudden. He was so easily breaking down the walls she had built around her heart to protect herself from him and his temptation, without even trying hard. It made her feel like someone so easily swayed by acts of desire she had thought herself immune to. She had convinced herself that her love for another man, whom she barely thought about when Rohan was present, would keep her resolve intact.

Jamie seemed like a distant memory these past few days. She barely even remembered what had made her so head over heels for him in the past. The fact that she was so easily forgetting him and enjoying whatever this devil did to her made her feel even more guilty.

Rohan pressed a kiss into the hollow behind her ear. "My dear girl," he whispered, "don’t tell me you feel guilty for having enjoyed sexual relations with your husband?"

It unnerved her further that he had reached an accurate conclusion so quickly.

"..."

"Tsk, my wife is such a puritan." Rohan uncoiled her stiff body and spread her out beneath him, ignoring her protest. "Why is it wrong for a wife to enjoy it?"

Because the marriage wouldn’t last! Because I did not want to like you more than I already did, you were supposed to be my enemy! she cried in her head but simply said, "I don’t think it’s wrong for other women..."

"Just my wife, then?" His voice was gently sardonic as he looked down at her in the dim space with lightning flashing in the background. "Why?"

"..." She chose to remain silent rather than speak before she ended up saying the wrong thing.

Rohan played with the tangled curls of her hair. "I’m afraid I don’t follow your logic, Isa. I have told you that we will have fun every night as a married couple and I will teach your body to crave and want me. We can’t have you feeling guilty every time we have our fun. So what shall we do about that?" His mouth lowered to her neck, pressing kisses along the taut surface.

"If I tell you I don’t want this, would you listen and let me be?" she asked as she moved her head to the side to give him more access to her neck so he could kiss. This devil was controlling her body to betray her words again!

"No."

"Why?"

She felt him smile against her skin. "Because it’s not the truth." His hand went to her breast, cupping gently with his gloved hand. The sensation shot to the pit of her stomach.

"What you need is to spend a few long, steamy nights in my bed," he said, his voice dripping with dark mirth. "It’ll burn that guilt right out of you. And if it doesn’t, well, I’ll be more than happy to keep fucking it out of you."

His hand swept down her body, and he skillfully raised her nightdress up to her waist, his thumb brushing the top edge of her intimate part. Her belly tightened beneath his palm. His fingers trailed deeper.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.

"Helping you with your guilt, of course. No, don’t thank me; it’s no trouble at all," he said when she began to part her lips to protest. She glared at him, only for his smiling mouth to brush against hers, and he moved over her in the darkness.

"Let’s start with this. What word do you use for it?"

"For what?"

"For this sweet place... here."

Her body jerked at his gentle caress in her private part. She could hardly speak. "I-I don’t have a word for that..."

"Then how do you refer to it?" he said with an arched brow.

"I don’t!" She exclaimed, ashamed at the question and the way his hand was cupping her.

He laughed quietly. "I know several words for it. But the French is my number one favorite. Le chat."

"What’s the meaning?" she asked carefully as she looked up at his face looming over hers.

"The cat." He smirked.

"The cat?" she asked, bewildered.

"Yes, a double meaning for a feline and a woman’s softest part. Puss. Pussy... no, don’t be shy, little bunny. Ask me to pet your pussy."

The words stole her breath away and she felt heat rush to her head. She wanted him to touch her but she would be dead to ask him to do it.

"R-Rohan," she protested faintly, trying to clap her legs together, but he was in between them.

"Ask and I’ll do it," he prompted, his fingers withdrawing to play in the sensitive hollow behind her knee.

She swallowed back a moan.

"Ask me, little bunny," came his coaxing whisper.

"Please..."

Rohan kissed her thigh, his mouth soft and hot against her skin.

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