Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 77: "I will never let you go."

(Long Chapter.)

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Rohan tortured her for a long time, drinking her until she couldn’t contain her cries any longer. Belle felt her hips gyrating, her hands locking around her skirts. A little whimper left her lips, and her head fell back as her eyes moistened with the pleasure that rocked her entire being. He was wicked with his tongue, and she was ashamed to accept that she liked it and wanted more.

Rohan drew back and looked up, his eyes burning her. She felt herself falling, but her husband caught her and pulled her to his lap, safe in his strong arms.

"Did I hurt you, sweetheart?"

Belle buried her face in his fine-smelling shoulder and let him hold her so the trembling in her limbs would go down and the fog in her head would clear. "No..." she muttered against his neck.

"Then why do you have liquid in your eyes?" he asked as he felt the moistness against his neck where her head was.

She did not know why her eyes were burning with tears, but her tears fell before she could stop them. She was making a grave mistake of her life letting herself fall into the trap this devil had set for her from the beginning. She feared that even if a way to go back was suddenly opened to her, she would walk the opposite way and avoid it, because... she was getting used to him and his sinful ways.

She wasn’t only getting used to him, but her heart was swaying in his direction when she had thought it was impossible for her to even like a man like him. She found it ridiculous that she was starting to... Belle refused to accept that part. Because she couldn’t dare. She was only being lustful, that was all and nothing else, and lust was easily extinguished than love.

She still loved Jamie, and once she found the chance to meet him, all her love for him and the reason she fell in love with him would return to her, because Lord help, everything about her time with him in the past was blurring away, fading into something so distant. And if she didn’t revisit that love, it would only be a matter of time before she forgot every memory of it and replaced it with another. No.

She needed to meet Jamie somehow.

The thought that he was here still bothered her, and though she didn’t know how to meet him, she would have to find a way. She needed to be calm to think about him and how to talk to him without her husband ever finding out.

"It’s nothing." She lifted her head, and their faces came so close to each other their lips were only a breath away. She was about to pull back when his lips descended on hers, locking her breath away.

He tugged and nibbled gently on her lower lip and then transitioned to the upper one, his mouth moved wetly and rawly against hers while he pulled her to him, making her straddle him on the chair, with that thing that had been poking her inside his trouser now squarely nestled between the v between her thighs where she was naked.

It poked at her right where he had probed with his tongue and was raw, and though she didn’t know what it was, she liked the feel of it poking her, and she moved closer on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to mimic his mouth movement to return the kiss, while at the same time she moved her lower part closer to the thing he had inside his trouser.

He groaned deeply into her mouth and then thrust his hip upward on the chair and kissed her deeply like he drank life from her. His hand ground on her hips and moved her even closer to him. He nibbled and kissed like he would devour her, and Belle could not think but let her body lead her to what it seeked, and when she was getting closer to it, he suddenly pulled back.

Both of them were breathing hard, and she flushed deeply when he muttered, "Fuck." Then he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, taking deep, slow, silent breaths like he was trying to calm a demon inside him. When he opened his eyes, the black had consumed the entire white, and he looked like a demon from the pit of hell. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Before she could dwell on his eyes or how he seemed to be breathing roughly, he parted his lips and spoke. "Would you like me to teach you another way?" he asked, but didn’t give her the chance to answer. He eased her onto the chair, then slid to his knees in front of her.

He pushed her legs open before she could speak, then leaned down and showed her that he’d done only half of what he could do with his mouth. He soon brought her to the edge of the cliff she had been hanging from.

By the time they returned to the hall, Belle’s head had cleared, and she felt like hiding, as when they returned, the eyes came back to pin on them. She suddenly felt ashamed and exposed. It was like the guests knew what they had gone to do in one of the rooms upstairs and were silently judging her with their stares, as she had welcomed and enjoyed every sinful stroke of her husband’s tongue in a part of her body it was never meant to be.

Did they know what they had gone to do? She dug her fingers into Rohan’s arm.

Unknown to Belle, the guests in the hall believed that the mad vampire had taken his wife to private to drink from her, and when they noticed how unbalanced she seemed on her feet, they thought he had probably sucked her to the near last drop.

"How long do you think she would last until he kills her?" came the Queen’s voice as she asked her husband, whose eyes remained glued to his cruel nephew.

The king was silent for a while as he watched the couple, who had disappeared for some time and returned just now. His plans to get his nephew back to where he belonged had failed, and he didn’t like it. The man was mad and deserved to be where mad people ought to be.

He had only brought him out of the madhouse to get him married to this human to close the deal of peace treaty, believing the marriage wouldn’t last until he would kill her like he did his parents, but so far, he had not done anything that would warrant him to spend the rest of his life in the madhouse, where they knew exactly how to tame him.

"It’s a surprise she lived until now. He knows how to keep his madness in check. We have to keep an eye on him until he loses control and does something that will lead him back into the asylum," the king replied to his wife, not pleased that his nephew, in fact, seemed to be in good harmony with the human they had all thought would not live until now. But from the look of things, he still wanted to hope that he would soon kill her.

"We can’t have him around when none of my sons have an heir yet," he muttered under his breath in displeasure. In the history of Nightbrook, it was totally normal for an heir to get rid of the current king to take the throne. The fight for the throne was that brutal.

But then what had made Rohan’s killing different was because he did not kill them because he wanted the throne but for his own satisfaction, like he said. It had been easier for him to be removed from the next heir as he was declared as unstable and mad to rule a land. He would not be able to rule in better judgment, which was why the current king was now on the throne instead of Rohan.

If he began to pretend to be stable enough now, he could still decide to take back the throne, and King Zion would not allow that. He had not any chance to ever become a king when his elder brother was alive. He was reduced to the position of the duke until his nephew’s madness made way for him, and now that he was on the throne, he would not get down from it unless it was one of his sons taking it.

"I think we should be much more worried that the loud sounds had not affected him so much. He even danced with her," came the Queen’s worried voice as she feared what would happen if a madman like Rohan wasn’t returned to where he belonged.

When he was first taken to the asylum, he had been weakened by sounds and then subdued with smokes and concoctions that made it easier for men to chain and drag him away when he fell unconscious. Now, it seemed the sound was no longer as effective as it had been on him before. Was he already getting cured? worried the Queen.

"Don’t fret too much. I will find another way to prove to the people that he is mad," he assured his wife.

Meanwhile, Rohan did not see why they needed to stick around the tiresome banquet anymore. He took his wife and left the hall without so much as saying farewell to the king or anyone. He owed them nothing—not respect or submission. He led his wife out of the hall and to their carriage parked outside, where it had rained and stopped and left the ground wet and soft.

He helped her with her cloak and pulled the hood over her head, as the night had turned unbearably cold like he predicted. It was near midnight, and he could tell that his bunny was exhausted from how she kept yawning. She muttered a thank you when he was done securing her under the warmth of the fur red cloak.

By the time they got into the carriage, Belle was so tired she couldn’t bring herself to think and feel the aftermath shyness that always came after what they did in that room. She had not shared a word with Rohan again since he used his mouth to make her feel sinful things that made her moan and cry his name shamelessly in the room. When he was done, he casually helped her into her undergarment and then held out his hand to her without a word nor his usual smile and led her out the hall.

She had hoped not to meet Jamie again so soon after she had betrayed the love they shared before, and thankfully, she had not seen him in the hall, and she had relaxed a bit and let her husband lead her out.

As the carriage began to move, Belle leaned her head against the wall as she felt sleepy, but the bumpy ride made it impossible for her to sleep even when she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Come here," she heard her husband’s voice and jerked her head in his direction to see him patting the space beside him. Unlike when she had refused to move closer to him on the journey from Aragonia, Belle only hesitated for a moment and moved closer to him. He turned sideways and opened his arms and allowed her to use his chest as her pillow. He was so comfortably warm she found herself sighing in contentment.

"Why are you so warm?" she asked, her eyes closing slowly. "All the vampires I have met so far are cold like ice, but you are warmer than a human. What makes you different?"

She hadn’t seen any vampire like him so far, and it baffled her to no end why he was the way he was. Was it because he was different that he carried scars? She wondered.

When he replied, Belle heard his chest vibrate with his deep voice. "Because they say I am mad," came his flippant words that sounded distant to the sleepy Belle. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t used to staying up this late at night that she couldn’t keep herself awake.

"But are you?" she asked, her eyes closed. There was a long silence that made her begin to doze off as she believed he wouldn’t reply, but then his voice came.

"I don’t know."

He didn’t know? She thought and then spoke on the edge of her sleep without thinking. "I don’t think you are mad, Rohan..." She fell asleep after saying that, not seeing the huge impact those words had on the unmovable mountain of a man who rarely feels anything.

This was the very first time someone had believed he wasn’t mad. Nobody had believed him when he told them he was sane, and they locked him up in the asylum. As little as the words might have sounded, to Rohan, it was much more than his obsession with the beating heart. His lips twitched in a smile, and his arm tightened around his wife as she slept peacefully in his arms.

"My silly little wife." He stroked her hair and buried his nose in her scented hair that soothed him just fine. "I will never let you go. Never."