Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 76: Reward_Part 2

He smirked as he tilted his head to the side. "Tsk, how you forget things so easily, sweetheart. It makes me wonder if you have the brain of a grandmother. Didn’t I promise to reward you for being brave in the hall?" He cupped the side of her neck and stroked his thumb on the skin. "You are here to collect your reward."

"What kind of reward?" Belle whispered, slightly breathless, as his fingers trailed the sensitive skin of her neck. She instinctively tilted her head to the side, unknowingly trapping his hand between her neck and shoulder. Instead of pulling away, the teasing devil began to massage the top of her shoulder and tickle her, making her squirm and quickly moved her head and released his hand.

He chuckled softly at her adorable reaction.

His bunny had done something surprisingly bold in the hall. She had always been timid and quite easily intimidated—he hadn’t thought she’d come up with a quick reply, much less one clever enough to make the king believe his compelling had worked. She was terrified of vampires, yet she pulled it off so well, he couldn’t help the flicker of pride that surged through him. She made him feel like a proud husband. Without even realizing it, she was slowly stepping out of her small shell, and he intended to drag her out of it completely.

Because she needed to—especially now that it turned out she couldn’t fall under anyone’s compelling. He didn’t know why it happened, but whatever the reason, it had to stay between them.

He leaned towards her and replied to her question. "It’s a reward you will like. I want to pet and taste your chatte again." He whispered softly in her ear, where his warm breath fanned her skin and sent hot sensations curling in her limbs.

She understood immediately what he meant. "H-Here. Now?!" She looked at him incredulously, and he looked at her calmly.

"Why not? You deserve a good reward."

He bent to kiss her again, and she tried to step away. Her heel snagged on the carpet, and he caught her squarely in his arms.

Rohan smiled. It was a feral smile, the smile of a predator who’d caught his prey. Her thundering heart and treacherous body told her she didn’t mind much. She hated how easily he could get her excited about things like this. She knew the more she fought it, the more it came after her.

But then the thought of Jamie being in the same building as them felt to her like a great betrayal to their past love. It made her begin to question the love she had once had for him, but then she dismissed his thoughts and him for now until she found a way to meet him again and know why he was here.

"This is someone else’s house," she tried.

"Yes." His tone said, What of it?

Belle could not believe how calm and unaffected he seemed by that fact. They were in a castle where his mere presence seemed unwelcome by his relatives.

"Someone could come in," she said, blushing to the root of her head. "And... there’s no bed."

Rohan laughed softly, a laughter that sounded different from his usual laugh. She’d never heard him laugh like that before, and she liked it. It was smooth and throaty, and it made her heart leap slightly.

"No one will come in," he told her and crossed the room to turn a key in the door lock, then turned around and laced his arms around her from behind. "We don’t need a bed to do that." He whispered in her ear as he took her lobe between his teeth and then used his tongue to tease a little moan from her lips as he nibbled her.

He nuzzled beneath her hair. "Why did you look shocked when you first came in? Were you expecting to find someone else in the room?" he questioned, causing Belle to sober up from her hazy state of mind, where she tilted her head shamelessly to the side to give him more access to continue nuzzling her.

It wouldn’t be a good idea if he knew Jamie was here in Nightbrook, or even in the castle. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to Jamie. Thus, she answered without missing a beat in her heartbeat. "No. I had a feeling it could only be you but I wasn’t sure."

"Hmm," he hummed softly against her skin. He kissed her neck as he slid his hands up her tightly cinched waist to her breasts. Belle closed her eyes and leaned into his warm palms, and then she felt the tingling sensation in her nipples and how it made her dress feel tighter around the bosom.

"I want to touch you," he said in her ear. "Learn you. Have you touch me. I want to run my tongue against and around the peaks of your beautiful breasts. I want to feel your naked flesh beneath and against mine... Isa, I am dying for when I will make you ready to have me in you. Can you take off that dress for me?" he whispered thickly in her ear, as his warm breath sent her swaying, but he held her and pressed her back against his front, where she felt that same hard thing that had poked her in the hall poke her from behind.

Belle’s heart jumped, and she quickly spoke. "You said we didn’t have much time..."

"Hmm. We don’t," he hummed against her skin that had turned hypersensitive, gooseflesh rising on her skin.

"Then... what do I do?" she asked breathlessly.

Rohan licked her neck, bared by the low-cut gown. "Pull up your skirt for me."

Did he expect to do this standing up? Belle wasn’t quite certain it would work, especially not with her corset clenching her waist.

Rohan took hold of her skirts and started shoving them upward as she hesitated. "Hold it up," he instructed carefully.

Belle curled her fingers in the fabric and began to hold it up like he told her to. Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn’t quite tell if it was from excitement, anticipation, or nervousness.

While she held her skirts bunched in her hands, Rohan pulled a curve-backed chair in front of her and sat down. This put his face on a level with her undergarment. She wore a new pair from the many ones he had gotten for her—green silk, quite thin, adorned with lovely little embroidered flowers.

Belle had never owned such frivolous, feminine undergarments in her life, but with how they piled up in her closet in different shades of color—all thanks to her husband, who seemed to like buying unnecessary things for her and putting them in her closet without her knowledge until Farrah told her—she had many now. And though she wanted to ignore it, it always warmed her heart to see and hear that he had gotten her something new.

Rohan untied the tapes of the undergarment. With her hands full of skirts, Belle could scarcely stop him, but she did let out a tiny squeak when he yanked the drawers down to reveal her to his eyes.

From the look in his eyes, she concluded that he could see everything, and that made her duck her head in shame.

He touched the soft swirl of hair between her legs. A hot tingle flushed through her body, and she made a soft sound in her throat and clenched her fingers into the fabric gathered in her hands.

"Gorgeous," he murmured.

Belle could barely breathe. If one had told her a few months ago that she would become a woman who would actually bare herself like this to a vampire and get excited about what he wanted to do to her, she would not have believed it from how they were her worst nightmare then. Any words of the night creatures terrified her.

She watched in embarrassment as he leaned forward and touched his lips to the nub that was swelling with all its might, and she shuddered.

"You are wet for me." Rohan’s breath brushed her where no man’s breath should in someone else’s sitting room. "So wet." His tongue flicked out and tasted it.

I am going to drop over dead right here! she screamed in her head. This is what happens when you give in to pleasure, Belle. You have fallen into a path of no return, because this was a feeling one could get so easily addicted to—not to mention how he always makes her feel more beautiful than anyone in the world had ever made her feel.

She felt herself swaying on her feet. She was going to die of pleasure.

Then again, if she died of giving in to such feelings, would heaven’s gate open for her at all?

Rohan grasped her right ankle and lifted it free of the undergarment crumpled on the floor. He planted her foot on the chair next to his thigh, which opened her legs to him. He slid his hands around her buttocks, leaned forward, and pressed his tongue into her warm cleft.

She wanted to scream and moan, but she bit it back, knowing where they were and could faintly hear servants passing by the corridors outside.

Rohan’s talented tongue moved inside her. The position with her foot on the chair let him spread her as much as he liked. And he seemed to like it. His thumbs massaged her as his tongue probed her depths. He was right: she was wet, and her husband lapped up every drop.