Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 68: Nightly activity_Part 2

Instead of leaving the chamber, Rohan moved closer and positioned himself behind her, wrapping his body around hers. She quivered at the sensation of his warmth against her back, his long legs tucked up beneath hers, and a muscular arm thrown across her. All the textures, scents, and pulses of him surrounded her, his breath falling softly on her neck.

What an extraordinary creature this man was, Belle thought. And what a dangerous one. She had expected him to leave when she turned her back, so she could force herself back to sleep, but instead, he was now holding her, pressing himself against her from behind. The sensation caused her stomach to stir, and her heart to thud wildly.

Belle knew she shouldn’t take pleasure in his touch, yet her body responded to him as if it had no will of its own. That terrified her. How easily he could awaken something deep within her—a feeling that curled around her spine and whispered desires into her once pure and innocent heart and soul.

She recalled the minister in Aragonia once warning the young ladies that a woman’s fall always began with the craving for a man’s attention. It didn’t start with wickedness, but with curiosity... The path to ruin was paved with such small indulgences. And now, lying here with him like this, Belle feared she had already taken her first step down that path. She didn’t try to push away from him, but instead, her body seemed to relax into him.

"I don’t want to go to hell," she whispered without thinking as she felt his hand come to settle on her breast from behind, but her words made him pause.

Rohan was taken aback by her words, and it made him chuckle softly. "Then you won’t go," he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair and trailing his fingers down her bare arm. His wife would never stop astonishing and amazing him. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of horseshit the humans were filling their women’s heads with. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"With what you’re doing to me, I will," she muttered.

His hand moved to settle on her hip, and then he decided to humor her. "I will bring you out of it if you find it uncomfortable. But don’t fight the natural desires you were born with just because someone told you they’ll lead you to hell. My version of hell isn’t so terrible... if you let me be the one to take you there, little bunny," he drawled, slow and husky.

"I shouldn’t like this..." she whispered softly, her breath wavering as she tried not to choke on a new surge of tears.

The guilt overwhelmed her all of a sudden. He was so easily breaking down the walls she had built around her heart to protect herself from him and his temptation, without even trying hard. It made her feel like someone so easily swayed by acts of desire she had thought herself immune to. She had convinced herself that her love for another man, whom she barely thought about when Rohan was present, would keep her resolve intact.

Jamie seemed like a distant memory these past few days. She barely even remembered what had made her so head over heels for him in the past. The fact that she was so easily forgetting him and enjoying whatever this devil did to her made her feel even more guilty.

Rohan pressed a kiss into the hollow behind her ear. "My dear girl," he whispered, "don’t tell me you feel guilty for having enjoyed sexual relations with your husband?"

It unnerved her further that he had reached an accurate conclusion so quickly.

"..."

"Tsk, my wife is such a puritan." Rohan uncoiled her stiff body and spread her out beneath him, ignoring her protest. "Why is it wrong for a wife to enjoy it?"

Because the marriage wouldn’t last! Because I did not want to like you more than I already did, you were supposed to be my enemy! she cried in her head but simply said, "I don’t think it’s wrong for other women..."

"Just my wife, then?" His voice was gently sardonic as he looked down at her in the dim space with lightning flashing in the background. "Why?"

"..." She chose to remain silent rather than speak before she ended up saying the wrong thing.

Rohan played with the tangled curls of her hair. "I’m afraid I don’t follow your logic, Isa. I have told you that we will have fun every night as a married couple and I will teach your body to crave and want me. We can’t have you feeling guilty every time we have our fun. So what shall we do about that?" His mouth lowered to her neck, pressing kisses along the taut surface.

"If I tell you I don’t want this, would you listen and let me be?" she asked as she moved her head to the side to give him more access to her neck so he could kiss. This devil was controlling her body to betray her words again!

"No."

"Why?"

She felt him smile against her skin. "Because it’s not the truth." His hand went to her breast, cupping gently with his gloved hand. The sensation shot to the pit of her stomach.

"What you need is to spend a few long, steamy nights in my bed," he said, his voice dripping with dark mirth. "It’ll burn that guilt right out of you. And if it doesn’t, well, I’ll be more than happy to keep fucking it out of you."

His hand swept down her body, and he skillfully raised her nightdress up to her waist, his thumb brushing the top edge of her intimate part. Her belly tightened beneath his palm. His fingers trailed deeper.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.

"Helping you with your guilt, of course. No, don’t thank me; it’s no trouble at all," he said when she began to part her lips to protest. She glared at him, only for his smiling mouth to brush against hers, and he moved over her in the darkness.

"Let’s start with this. What word do you use for it?"

"For what?"

"For this sweet place... here."

Her body jerked at his gentle caress in her private part. She could hardly speak. "I-I don’t have a word for that..."

"Then how do you refer to it?" he said with an arched brow.

"I don’t!" She exclaimed, ashamed at the question and the way his hand was cupping her.

He laughed quietly. "I know several words for it. But the French is my number one favorite. Le chat."

"What’s the meaning?" she asked carefully as she looked up at his face looming over hers.

"The cat." He smirked.

"The cat?" she asked, bewildered.

"Yes, a double meaning for a feline and a woman’s softest part. Puss. Pussy... no, don’t be shy, little bunny. Ask me to pet your pussy."

The words stole her breath away and she felt heat rush to her head. She wanted him to touch her but she would be dead to ask him to do it.

"R-Rohan," she protested faintly, trying to clap her legs together, but he was in between them.

"Ask and I’ll do it," he prompted, his fingers withdrawing to play in the sensitive hollow behind her knee.

She swallowed back a moan.

"Ask me, little bunny," came his coaxing whisper.

"Please..."

Rohan kissed her thigh, his mouth soft and hot against her skin.

"Please what?"

Wicked devil! She squirmed and covered her face with her hands, even though they were in complete darkness. Her voice was muffled by the screen of her fingers.

"Please pet me there..."

His touch came so lightly she could scarcely feel it at first, fingertips stirring, teasing.

"Like this?"

"Yes, ahh..." Her hips lifted involuntarily, inviting more of his touch. He fingered the folds of her sex, massaging delicately, tracing the softness within. The skillful caresses brought her body to trembling readiness.

"What else should I do?" Rohan whispered, moving lower in the darkness to bring his head between her thighs, causing her to gasp. She felt his breath on her, heat against moisture, a soft intermittent blowing. Her hips arched and strained involuntarily before she could react to the fact that his face was so close to her most intimate part!

"I... I don’t know," she moaned softly.

"You should know what you want, Isa."

"Rohan," she whimpered. "Please, move back from there."

"Shall I kiss you instead? Here?" His fingertip, behind his light clean glove, swirled.

Belle’s eyes widened in the darkness. Stunned and acutely aroused by the suggestion, she licked her dry lips. What would it feel like to be kissed there?

"No."

She writhed as she felt him breathe against her, his fingers gently holding her apart.

"Should I stop?" Came his mirth filed husky voice against her.

"No..." She heard herself saying, not her, her traitor of a body.

"Ask me nicely, then," came his amused voice. Rohan was having more fun than he’d ever had with any woman in his life. He’d never seen anyone deprive themselves of what they wanted like his wife did. She obviously wanted him to pleasure her, but some deep-rooted human discipline nonsense was holding her back.

"Ask you to... Oh, I can’t."

The teasing fingers left her.

"Shall we go to sleep, then?"

She caught his head in her hands. "No!" she exclaimed so quickly she wanted to slap herself for it. How could you do this to me, you treacherous body?! Didn’t we agree to avoid this devil? You’re making it easier for us to fall deeper into his temptation! Belle screamed in her head.

Despite her words for him not to stop, Rohan was inexorable. "You know how to ask."

She couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat, and she could only moan in frustration.

And Rohan, the monstrous man, smothered a chuckle against her thigh.

"This is not funny," she said furiously.

"It is, sweetheart," he assured her, his voice thick with laughter. "Oh, Isa, we have so far to go with you. Too innocent."

"Don’t bother, I want to sleep," she gritted, trying to move away, but he pinned her legs in place, holding her easily down.

"There’s no need to be stubborn, little bunny," he coaxed. "Go on, say it."

A long silence passed. She swallowed her embarrassment and made herself say, "Kiss me."

"Where?" He smirked in the darkness.

"Down there," she managed, her voice shaking. "On... my pussy. Please."

Rohan fairly purred in approval. "Tsk, tsk, what a naughty girl you are." His head lowered, and he nuzzled into the damp softness, and she felt his mouth cover the most sensitive part of her in a wet, open kiss, and the world caught fire around her and inside her.

"Is this what you wanted?" she heard him ask against her.

She could only moan in response, gasping and arching.

His tongue traced her in fluid, savoring strokes. Her body drew taut as he began to tug and flick, and the overwhelming, expanding pleasure surged through her. She was suffused with a wet sensation, each slide of his tongue opening her to greater pleasure. She had never known someone’s mouth could work like that on one’s private parts.

His hands cupped beneath her, making a vessel of her hips, tilting her to meet his mouth. She convulsed in raw shudders, crying out, her nerves dancing with exquisite heat. His mouth lingered softly, as if he were reluctant to stop.

For a scalding moment, she felt his tongue enter her, teasing out a last few quivers from her before he moved back.

She was soon chilled as rain-scented air from the partially open window swept over her skin. She thought Rohan would leave the room like he usually did after such act, but instead, he settled her in the crook of his arm and pulled the sheets over them both.

She suddenly felt her limbs go heavy as exhaustion took over, numbing her mind. They laid there in a long silence with only the sound of the rain outside. She was too tired to feel ashamed or be shy. For some reason, such acts were becoming more natural to her than they had been the first time, and it astonished her how quickly she was adapting to it—and to him.

She wanted to ask him about the reason he had tried to compel her, but what she perceived in him last night made her realize he would rather leave the room than answer her questions, and she didn’t want him to leave. Thus, she chose her question carefully.

"Will all the vampires of Nightbrook be at the banquet tomorrow?" came her sleepy voice as she smothered a yawn back, as she didn’t want to fall asleep knowing tomorrow evening they would attend a banquet at the royal castle.

"No. Just the important nobles. You don’t want to go?" he asked, his lips against her head.

Belle was silent. Of course, she did not want to go, but she knew she had to. It was a responsibility she couldn’t say no to, even if she wanted to. "I have to go," she whispered softly, then fought the sleep to talk to him, as she knew it wasn’t every day that she got him in the darkness and in this mood. Perhaps talking with him would lead to her knowing more about him than what the people said he was.

However, she was replete and weakened, unable to stay awake.

"Sleep," she heard him whisper. "We will talk next time."