Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 109: Fascinating

Rohan moved closer to her, smiling that melting smile of his, and said, "You can, because it’s all yours, sweetheart. Anytime, any day. But if you want to see it, you will have to uncover it yourself."

At the thought of unbuckling his trousers and taking a look at what lay inside, it made her heart throb with a feeling she couldn’t pinpoint and her insides warm up. Rather than pure nerves, her pulse was beating in excitement to see the part of a man she had never truly seen in reality. Had it not been for those drawn images in the book, this would have been her first time viewing that part of a man.

Though when he had almost done it this morning, she felt it against her and how it slid out, and whenever she thought about it, her stomach always stirred, but she had not imagined how it would look. The fact that they were in a moving carriage assured her that they wouldn’t go further than helping him—she wasn’t ready for the real thing. But that did not mean she did not want to ease any sort of discomfort he might be feeling because of her.

She did not want to believe that he still kept his whores, as she had not come across one, but then the castle was so big she might not have been able to see any one of them even if he kept them. Whenever she thought of them, that hot sensation in her heart intensified, and to not discourage herself now, she removed the thought of them from her mind to focus on the task.

Wetting her lips, Belle carefully turned to him on the seat. She was nervous, she would admit. She’d never done anything as close as this before, and it baffled her why she suddenly wanted to try it.

She could back out, of course, and he wouldn’t force her—she knew that much of the man she married. But then she would live with the guilt that she wasn’t ready to join with him and yet wasn’t giving him that release that would make him feel better.

She raised her eyes to him and saw that he was no longer smiling and was watching her intensely, and when their eyes met briefly before he looked down at her lips, he parted his own lips to say, "You don’t have to do it, you know. I can always—"

"No, I want to. I will do it." She spoke quickly, feeling that he wanted to say he could always go to his whores to help him. She did not want him to go to other women—she was his wife! She did not think she could stomach taking in the fact that he went to others, which was why she hadn’t even brought the topic of the whores up with him, and it was a taught thing to every woman to never question their husbands about the mistress or whatever other woman they keep.

It was crazy how she was willing to do anything now to keep her husband. She had accepted this marriage, and to her, it was real. No matter what her parents might think, she no longer cared that much. She wanted to stay married to this man and would do anything to please him.

She looked up at him and pursed her lips. "Close your eyes. If I know you are looking, it... will make me nervous."

Sighing softly, Rohan nodded his head and complied with her request. He was curious to see and to know what she wanted to do after inspecting him. It wasn’t every day that a bunny decided to be the wolf for the first time, and for some reason, he did not want to discourage her now that she had braved up. It was progress—she was finally taking the first tiny baby step to reach him without him telling or pulling her.

When Belle noticed that his eyes had closed and his face had relaxed like someone slipping into sleep, she let herself admire him.

Red lips set in a beautiful line, a long, straight-bridged nose, and thick, finely set brows over eyes so gorgeous even when closed. His spiky lashes were thick and luxurious, and his gold-like skin glowed and shimmered under the light that filtered through the soft curtains of the window.

In short, her husband was the finest man to ever grace the face of the earth. Not a single line was out of place on his face, and those unusual dark blue strands of hair that set him apart made him look even more otherworldly. He was—

"Should I open my eyes, Isa? It’s boring not being able to see, you know."

"No. Stay like that," she said, snapping back to the reality of what she had wanted to do, instead of getting lost in his beauty.

Belle carefully reached over and began to slowly unfasten his trousers.

Rohan sat back and let her, his eyes opening a little to see her focused on trying to unfasten it. He spread his legs further but did not help her, even when she seemed to be struggling. She had told him to keep his eyes closed, and he would pretend he wasn’t seeing her struggle if it made her more comfortable to touch him.

Belle began to get a bit frustrated when she couldn’t get the hang of his fastening. Men’s clothes were complicated things—how they managed them, she didn’t know. She was tempted to ask him to show her how to do it, but knowing he would have to open his eyes to do that, she bit the words back and let her determination fuel her further.

She had to unbutton and untie and move several pieces of fabric before she finally found the fastening and yanked it open.

Rohan was shaking by the time she finished—with amused laughter that shook his muscled form in the carriage, which seemed cramped because of his height and long legs. His eyes were still closed, but he was laughing heartily at her and her struggles, which made her purse her lips and fight back the urge to hit him.

"Don’t laugh." She glared at him, believing he couldn’t see her, and he quickly nodded his head and bit down on his lower lip.

"Yes, my wife. As you wish."

At last, his clothes parted, and she was able to reveal that part of a man’s body totally foreign to her, and her eyes widened as she caught sight of what she had only seen in a drawing. And to her astonished disbelief, it was nothing like in the book—his was a glorious wonder and... was it swollen, or was it just that size?

Belle felt a rush of embarrassment, heat waves surging through her entire being. She had to look at it properly, and the thought of touching it was as tempting and exciting as she could ever have thought it to be. What would it feel like holding it? She wondered in curiosity.

Peeking to see if his eyes were still closed, she timidly reached her nervous, trembling hand into his trousers and closed her hand around it. She quickly withdrew her hand when he inhaled sharply and the pulsing warmth she felt on it made it seem like it had a life of its own.

"I’m sorry!" she apologized quickly, believing she had hurt him by holding it. She could have sworn it had a life of its own, because right before her eyes it seemed to be rising and becoming bigger than it actually was, until she heard his strained voice say,

"Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. It’s a normal reaction. I am meant to get hard. You can touch it—it won’t bite you. It obeys only your command," he rasped thickly.

It was true—it obeyed only her command, because no woman had been able to get that reaction from him except her.