Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: Not waking up

When Rohan arrived at his castle that night, the first thing he did was to enquire about his wife, and when he was told she had gone to sleep, he gave a thoughtful look and then nodded his head, deciding to allow her sleep. He would go to her in the morning when she most likely would be feeling much better about everything that had happened. As much as he would have liked to console her, he had no words for it and knew he might end up making her feel much worse for her trust issues rather than better.

He wasn’t the right company to her tonight, Rohan thought, as he handed the heart of the witch to Rav, who was regarding him with a question at the sight of the blood on his face and the state of his attire.

"I died and came back to life," was all he said to Rav, and Rav made an oh sound and then took the heart and walked to go and put it away. It wasn’t the first time of something like this happening. He had become used to that phrase of dying and coming back to life.

Once Rav was gone and had said he would send someone to fix his bath, Rohan did not go to his chamber. He retraced his steps and made his way to the dead garden outside. The rain had stopped, but it was still drizzling. He used his wings to get there faster and dropped straight where his plant had once been under the large apple tree.

He had not thrown the soil away and had gathered it into another flowerpot with the hopes that his plant would regrow again, even though he knew it was a one-time chance, but as he had expected, it did not grow. He retrieved the little bottle in his pocket and uncapped it with his thumb, and then turned it down on the pot.

He emptied the green liquid into the soil, and immediately it began to bring out smoke and make sizzling sounds like something was burning. Rohan watched it without blinking, waiting for the plant to revive itself, but to his absolute disappointment, the soil began to dry up and turn small and black, like the remains of burnt fabric inside the pot.

"No, no, no, damnit!!" He gritted in anger as he looked down at the pot.

His plant did not sprout out. His fingers slowly began to clench into fists, and with an angry swing of his arm, he sent the pot hurling across the garden and crashing into another tree in the distance with a loud impact.

He punched his fist against the big apple tree repeatedly until the tree bent and was in the process of breaking out of its root. His face was throbbing with angry dark veins as he closed his eyes to rein in his rage, his face turned skyward with the little drops of rain falling on his heated, enraged face.

His rage had always been his undoing since his childhood, and it was one of the main reasons he was called mad. Now, to control it and stop himself from destroying a garden he had worked his hardest to plant—all of Kuhn’s favorite snacks to keep the creature occupied with eating apples and oranges when Rohan wasn’t around—he was able to calm his mind faster than he had ever been as he thought of beautiful hazel eyes and the sound of his wife’s melodic voice.

Her flushed face when she became shy and embarrassed by his teasing and caressing made the dark veins on his face slowly begin to disappear, and the savage urge to destroy everything around him began to settle.

And with that gone, he felt the unbearable urge to go to her, lay beside her, listen to her heartbeat—or even do something much more fun. Like kissing those lips that had begun to learn to return his strokes, and to touch her tongue with his and caress her rounded full breasts that filled his palms. He wanted to taste the heat of her warmth and stroke it with his tongue until she whimpered and shuddered with pleasure...

Rohan groaned deep in his throat as he realized how the thought of all that had made his trousers strain and made his muscles tense. His rage was gone, and now it was replaced with intense arousal, which he knew he had no way of tending to at the moment.

He wasn’t going to go to his wife tonight because if he dared try to watch her while in his state as she slept, there was no telling he wouldn’t wake her and then have his way with her on that bed. There was no telling he wouldn’t actually couple and slide his erection into her warmth until he found that release he had not gotten in days.

Rohan left the garden, not allowing himself to think about the plant nor his wife tonight. Instead of going into the castle, he went to hunt for his night dessert in the human town.

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The next morning, Rohan, who had bathed early and dressed had asked Rav to prepare a large breakfast of everything he noticed his wife loved to eat, but he was greeted with bad news the moment he walked into the hall.

"Something is wrong with the lady, my Lord. Gwen tried to wake her but she isn’t moving, and I went to check myself—no matter how much I called and shook her, she remained still and—My Lord!" Rav called as Rohan brushed past him and made his way to her chamber to see for himself what was wrong with his woman.

He leaped up the stairs five at a time and yanked her door open to see Gwen hovering over her and trying to shake her awake.

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