Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 234: Undressing

"I will undress you now, my love," he announced to let her know, his hand already going to her dress lace at the back.

"Do I have to be naked for the painting? What if someone sees it someday?" she voiced out her worry, feeling embarrassed about another person viewing her painting where she had nothing on.

She felt his breath against her neck as he replied to that question, "No one will see. It’s a painting meant for only me to view and to see. So don’t be shy about showing me your body, wife." He assured her as he loosened the lace with deliberate slowness that made her heart skipped a beat in anxiousness and slight anticipation.

Belle swallowed. "You’ve already seen my body," she pointed out.

He moved back to send her a dark smile. "And it was fine. I wish to see it captured someplace, especially since it’s not going to be forever that you will be this beautiful with pregnancy. I want to have something to look back on when our son is finally born, just for me."

Belle darted a glance to the door. "What if someone comes in when I’m naked?"

"I’ve locked the door and given orders for no one to disturb." He sent her a crooked smile, knowing she was just nervous about the whole thing and having to sit for him to paint. If only she knew how much he was dying to paint her. Though he could do it even without having to look at her, he wanted to have her before him so everything he painted would be so realistic.

"What about the window..."

"Too high for anyone to see from the streets."

Belle had to admit that he’d answered her most basic objections. She knew she should have other objections to sitting naked for hours, but she couldn’t remember them right now.

"And if I decide I don’t want to be painted like that?"

"Then we’ll wait until the day you are willing. I am not forcing you, my darling, but I have looked forward to this day for a while. It would be a disappointment, really. My heart will be broken," he said, touching a hand to his chest and giving her an innocent look, clearly trying to convince her.

Belle hesitated, her legs feeling like water, but at the same time, she knew that nothing would induce her to leave this room short of a fire. A very large fire, because she wanted to be painted by him, and to watch him do it.

To be honest, she had also looked forward to this day, only she hadn’t expected it to take place in such an open space, with the curtains pulled back and sunlight pouring in.

Furthermore, the strange dream she had woken up from seemed to have slightly disrupted her mind a bit, and she couldn’t help but keep drifting back to it. Having him paint her the way he wanted felt like the best way to distract herself from the lingering thoughts of that nightmare—a dream that had shaken her more than even being in the land of the dead ever had.

What could it mean? Why was her body like that? And the grave...

"Okay, help me take this off," Belle agreed, pushing the nightmare from her mind and raising her hands so he could help her remove the gown. With an eager look in his eyes, he stepped forward to assist her.

She wouldn’t let a simple nightmare, one that made absolutely no sense, ruin her day, she told herself.

Belle’s gown came off first, followed by her undergarments, like a complicated wrapping slowly peeling back to reveal soft, breathtaking beauty. One by one, each delicate layer slipped to the floor until at last, Rohan reached the final barrier: her drawers.

Though Belle tried to suppress the lingering weight of the nightmare, Rohan too was busy composing himself, trying to appear calm and controlled even as the sight of her undressing stole the breath from his lungs. His fingers moved with practiced movement, sliding over her hips and grazing the inside of her thighs as he eased the last of her clothing down her legs. He didn’t rush, wanting to savor every second of unveiling her.

His eyes dipped lower, to that part of her body he knew intimately, already warm, slick, and aching for him. Dewy and swollen with a need he would love to satisfy. Just the sight of it made his arousal throb beneath his clothes, hard and straining, his self-restraint barely holding on. But he reminded himself there was a purpose for this.

The silk drawers floated gracefully to the floor, and Belle stepped out of them, completely nude before him. She made a hasty attempt to walk toward the couch and sit for the painting, clearly unaware of his plans, of the way his gaze devoured every inch of her skin.

But Rohan stopped her with a firm but gently hand around her elbow. She looked back at him, confused, her lips parting slightly.

"Not yet," he murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire. His gaze swept over her, slow and consuming. "Let me see you first."

Her hair was mussed from undressing, loose ringlets falling from the mass of curls piled carelessly on top of her head. Her arms had softened slightly, a delicate roundness settling over her slender frame, and her thighs had grown fuller, lush with a gentle curve that only enhanced her feminine beauty.

Her belly was round and firm, the subtle swell of motherhood glowing through her skin, with a faint line trailing from her bellybutton downward, naturally guiding the eye lower.

From her waist, her hips flared gently into smooth, firm buttocks. He’d seen her naked a few times before, but never like this, never under the full, light of day with her pregnant belly. It made her look even more glorious, more sensual. She was breathtaking in a way. Her breasts were full and perfectly rounded, and as he looked at them, he noticed the pink peaks had tightened into tender buds, flushed and sensitive.

Just then, their son chose to make his presence known, kicking from within. Rohan caught the movement with his eyes, watching the soft ripple across her stomach, the tiny feet striking her from the inside. His heart clenched at the beauty of it.

Under his intense gaze, she blushed, a deep rosy hue spreading over her cheeks and neck. Shyly, she folded her arms over her breasts self-consciously, trying to shield herself from his desire-drenched eyes.

Rohan leaned against the couch. "You don’t need to hide from me. Take down your arms, Isa."

Belle hesitated for a moment, then dropped her arms and let them fall to her sides. There was no use hiding when he had already seen her more than once. It was only that she could never get used to standing bare before him, no matter how many times it happened, every time felt like the first for her. And her shyness was something she didn’t think she could ever completely stop feeling.

Seeing how he kept looking at her without allowing her to sit on the couch, Belle caught up the drape lying on the cushions and spun it around herself.

The gauzy folds caught her hips and stomach, not hiding her in the slightest, but she still wrapped it around her, the sheer material clinging to her body like a second skin, revealing more than it concealed.

Rohan walked toward her and grasped the drape, then, smiling devilishly, he used it to gently but firmly haul her against his body. She gasped in surprise and stumbled into his arms, eyes wide and breath caught.

His first kiss parted her lips, silencing the words that had risen to her throat. She melted into his embrace like butter in warmth, her breath mingling with his as he slowly molded his mouth to hers. He caught her lower lip between his and gently teased it, then released it only to delve deeper, his tongue licking and suckling with deliberate, sensual slowness.

His mission before the painting was to give her that lust-drenched look in her eyes, the one he wanted to immortalize on canvas. That was why he hadn’t let her sit yet. And now that he was kissing her, with her bare body pressed sweetly against him, his heart warmed beneath his chest at the softness of her surrender.

Other parts of him were plenty warm, too. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her against him, loving the feel of her bare, warm body molded against his aroused form, every curve brushing heat against the hardness that strained beneath his trousers.

If she had been a courtesan, Rohan would have already bent her over the chair and taken her without further ado. But while he might have taught her the pleasure of the bed, she knew nothing of the crude coupling of courtesans and how once upon a time he took them roughly before he married her.

He moved back from the kiss and she smiled at him shyly in perfect faith, like a flower just opening. Her trust was in his hands.

Rohan rubbed his hands over her body, wanting to gather her to him and never let go, knowing that something Rav had just reported to him a while ago was about to change the entire course of their plans here together. There was a possibility he would have to leave her here, whether he wanted to or not, in order to protect her and their unborn child.

The thought of leaving her for a few weeks wounded him deeply, and he growled and leaned down.

"Kiss me," he breathed thickly. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

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