Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: "I will never let you go."

(Long Chapter.)

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Rohan tortured her for a long time, drinking her until she couldn’t contain her cries any longer. Belle felt her hips gyrating, her hands locking around her skirts. A little whimper left her lips, and her head fell back as her eyes moistened with the pleasure that rocked her entire being. He was wicked with his tongue, and she was ashamed to accept that she liked it and wanted more.

Rohan drew back and looked up, his eyes burning her. She felt herself falling, but her husband caught her and pulled her to his lap, safe in his strong arms.

"Did I hurt you, sweetheart?"

Belle buried her face in his fine-smelling shoulder and let him hold her so the trembling in her limbs would go down and the fog in her head would clear. "No..." she muttered against his neck.

"Then why do you have liquid in your eyes?" he asked as he felt the moistness against his neck where her head was.

She did not know why her eyes were burning with tears, but her tears fell before she could stop them. She was making a grave mistake of her life letting herself fall into the trap this devil had set for her from the beginning. She feared that even if a way to go back was suddenly opened to her, she would walk the opposite way and avoid it, because... she was getting used to him and his sinful ways.

She wasn’t only getting used to him, but her heart was swaying in his direction when she had thought it was impossible for her to even like a man like him. She found it ridiculous that she was starting to... Belle refused to accept that part. Because she couldn’t dare. She was only being lustful, that was all and nothing else, and lust was easily extinguished than love.

She still loved Jamie, and once she found the chance to meet him, all her love for him and the reason she fell in love with him would return to her, because Lord help, everything about her time with him in the past was blurring away, fading into something so distant. And if she didn’t revisit that love, it would only be a matter of time before she forgot every memory of it and replaced it with another. No.

She needed to meet Jamie somehow.

The thought that he was here still bothered her, and though she didn’t know how to meet him, she would have to find a way. She needed to be calm to think about him and how to talk to him without her husband ever finding out.

"It’s nothing." She lifted her head, and their faces came so close to each other their lips were only a breath away. She was about to pull back when his lips descended on hers, locking her breath away.

He tugged and nibbled gently on her lower lip and then transitioned to the upper one, his mouth moved wetly and rawly against hers while he pulled her to him, making her straddle him on the chair, with that thing that had been poking her inside his trouser now squarely nestled between the v between her thighs where she was naked.

It poked at her right where he had probed with his tongue and was raw, and though she didn’t know what it was, she liked the feel of it poking her, and she moved closer on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to mimic his mouth movement to return the kiss, while at the same time she moved her lower part closer to the thing he had inside his trouser. freёweɓnovel_com

He groaned deeply into her mouth and then thrust his hip upward on the chair and kissed her deeply like he drank life from her. His hand ground on her hips and moved her even closer to him. He nibbled and kissed like he would devour her, and Belle could not think but let her body lead her to what it seeked, and when she was getting closer to it, he suddenly pulled back.

Both of them were breathing hard, and she flushed deeply when he muttered, "Fuck." Then he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, taking deep, slow, silent breaths like he was trying to calm a demon inside him. When he opened his eyes, the black had consumed the entire white, and he looked like a demon from the pit of hell.

Before she could dwell on his eyes or how he seemed to be breathing roughly, he parted his lips and spoke. "Would you like me to teach you another way?" he asked, but didn’t give her the chance to answer. He eased her onto the chair, then slid to his knees in front of her.

He pushed her legs open before she could speak, then leaned down and showed her that he’d done only half of what he could do with his mouth. He soon brought her to the edge of the cliff she had been hanging from.

By the time they returned to the hall, Belle’s head had cleared, and she felt like hiding, as when they returned, the eyes came back to pin on them. She suddenly felt ashamed and exposed. It was like the guests knew what they had gone to do in one of the rooms upstairs and were silently judging her with their stares, as she had welcomed and enjoyed every sinful stroke of her husband’s tongue in a part of her body it was never meant to be.

Did they know what they had gone to do? She dug her fingers into Rohan’s arm.

Unknown to Belle, the guests in the hall believed that the mad vampire had taken his wife to private to drink from her, and when they noticed how unbalanced she seemed on her feet, they thought he had probably sucked her to the near last drop.

"How long do you think she would last until he kills her?" came the Queen’s voice as she asked her husband, whose eyes remained glued to his cruel nephew.

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