Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 219: Haircut_Part 1

After their hearty hot breakfast, Belle did her morning routine, feeling more energetic than she had ever felt since the day they had moved to this land. She had no discomfort in her belly or chest, and nothing to worry about but the scheming pervert of her husband, who kept reminding her to prepare for his payment tonight. She always rolled her eyes, knowing full well she wouldn’t let him have his way this time around when she had promised to be careful with her pregnancy.

She made the maids arrange scissors and little combs for her husband’s haircut she had promised him, to trim the wild edges and fix the disheveled state of his hair. They put everything on the vanity table of their chamber, and then she dismissed them and waited for Rohan to come in. frёeωebɳovel.com

When he did come in, she was dumfounded and mesmerized by him, as he wore nothing but a cloth tied around his narrowed waist despite the unbearable cold of the atmosphere. Though the fireplace was constantly burning, it wasn’t enough to banish all of the morning winter cold that made her wear double the normal clothes she usually wore.

His chest was bare, and the smooth, glistening bronze skin made it hard for her to tear her eyes away. His stomach was flat as a board, with strong, well-defined lines that sculpted it into perfection.

The skin was taut, and the bones of his chest were well shaped, with a prominent line that ran down the center of his torso. He was so perfectly built, so favored by his creator, it was almost blinding. His shoulders were broad and strong.

Her eyes trailed to his powerful biceps and veiny arms, down to his unusual hands—hands that bore no gloves to hide the dark, bulging veins across their backs or the black nails that looked as if they had been polished.

Then her eyes kept going down, drawn helplessly by the sight of him, but before they could wander too far, she quickly tore her gaze back to his face. It was only then she noticed he had made no attempt to move or close the space between them to sit on the stool before the mirror.

She stood there stunned, and quite embarrassingly aware of herself and how she had been staring at his half-nakedness, only to find him grinning boyishly at her. His dark eyes twinkled with amusement as he studied her in silence, his head tilted slightly to the side as he clicked his tongue in playful reproach.

"And you called me a pervert back in the dining hall just because I accidentally grazed your breast, my darling. Tsk... look who’s shamelessly staring now, drinking me in without even asking for permission." He clicked his tongue and shook his head in exaggerated disapproval. "If you’re done studying me, sweetheart, let me know, so I can return the favor, only I’ll wait until you’re not wrapped in that thick coat tonight."

His amusement grew when he noticed she still had the ability to flush shyly, even with the fact that they had made love and created a baby. She was so adorable he would have loved to tease her more, but she glared at him, schooling her embarrassment and then gesturing for him to come and sit down before she changed her mind about cutting his hair.

"You should put on some clothes," Belle grumbled as he made his way to sit down, but her treacherous eyes couldn’t help wandering to those taut, perfect lines of his stomach and how breathtakingly handsome and distracting his bronze skin looked, glowing under the golden light of the fireplace like melted, sparkling gold.

Rohan’s lips pulled up at the side, and then he said, "Why put on clothes when I plan to bathe after my haircut and wash off the hair that will fall on my body? Does my half-clothed state bother you, sweetheart?"

He said with a challenging gleam in his eyes as he looked down at her and saw how her throat bobbed, like she was struggling to resist him. He had begun to notice it, how she kept fighting the pull of his seduction for some reason today, especially whenever he mentioned her paying him with her body.

She composed herself quickly and cleared her throat. "Not at all. Sit down." She turned to take the scissors on the table with clumsy hands, as she could not help but think it would be hard to avoid intimacy with her husband if he kept seducing her the way he had been doing since morning.

Rohan sat down on the stool and then he parted his legs so when she turned to him with the scissors she would have to stand between his legs to reach his hair. The moment he got her where he wanted, he trapped her between his legs, and when she took a sharp inhale and looked down at him with a flustered expression, he pretended he had not done anything wrong and said,

"I am ready." He placed both hands on her hips as she carefully began to comb through the strands of his hair, ignoring the fact that he had trapped her between his legs. Then she used the scissors to trim the edges, the cut hair falling onto his shoulders and lap.

The room fell silent, except for the sounds of her soft breathing, the clipping of the scissors cutting off his wild hair, and the comforting crackle of burning logs in the fireplace.

He didn’t even bother to worry that she would miscut his hair and make him bald, because he was so content to have her this close to him. If he could have any excuse to be near her every second of the day, he would grab the chance and savor it like he was doing now—her soft, feminine lavender scent invading his every breath, and the sound of her breathing and heartbeat soothing him so much that he could hardly carry the heavy burden of his constant worry about her and how her pregnancy had altered many of the plans he had made in the days since waking.

Having her standing between his parted legs with his hands resting on her hips was enough to drive every other thought from his mind—leaving only her. And when she leaned forward to reach the lower part of his hair, her bosom was at the same level as his nose and brushed past his face so softly it stirred something hot and thrilling deep inside him.

She was all he ever needed in this life because, for some reason, she completed him more than he ever thought possible. He had lived many years feeling out of himself, seeking pleasure from one woman to the other because he wanted to feel something—but with her, he needn’t try. She made him feel all sorts of things that went far beyond lust. She made him feel like he was enough. She filled him so damn well, he smiled to himself.

"Turn your head," came her soft voice as she used her fingers to tilt his chin in order to cut and trim the side. He obeyed her, but before she could pull her hand away from his chin, he grabbed it and pressed a kiss to it, then smiled up at her when she looked down at him.

"Don’t make me cut you," Belle said with pursed lips. "You’re distracting me." She looked away, biting back a smile of her own. And then, to fill the comfortable silence in the chamber, she asked, "Does it always snow here?"

"Not always. It’s just that winter lasts longer than any season," he replied, putting his hands back on her hips, his fingers spreading to her backside.

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