Married To The Mad Vampire Lord

But after having witnessed her go through that labor, Rohan would never ask her to do anything that might hurt her already raw flesh. He would rather die without ever finding release than put his wife through any form of discomfort.

As he approached her, Belle reclined against the headboard behind her, her face pink and her breath quick for reasons he already knew. Rohan crossed over to her and sat himself down next to her.

She moved closer, nestling into him and hooking her arm around his, causing him to turn toward her at his side. He felt the graze of her breast against his arm, and his body tensed, curling with tension and heat so intense his breathing seemed to turn labored. He wanted to move away, but he liked the feeling of her soft bosom too much to deprive himself of it. Instead, he found himself moving even closer.

"What is it?" he questioned, his voice a deep, low husk.

She shook her head but said nothing, continuing to look at him with that flush on her face and a clear look of invitation in her heavy-lidded hazel eyes.

Rohan acted quickly, lacing his hand through her hair with the intention of accepting her invitation. He wanted her, Gods, how he wanted her, but remembering why he couldn't have her, he loosened his grip, willing to forgo the pleasure of sating himself in order to keep from hurting her.

Rohan rose immediately. "Rest. I will go and start dinner."

Belle caught his hand. Her touch warmed his blood, made him crave her. "Don't go yet."

He disentangled her hand from his, but she gripped it again.

"Please stay. We can simply… kiss."

"Best not to," he said, shaking his head firmly, knowing that if he dared to kiss those petal-like, pink, plump lips, there would be no power strong enough to stop him from going further.

Her eyes shimmered like diamonds as tears welled in. "Please…"

She thought he was rejecting her, Rohan realized, as he leaned down swiftly, placing his fists on either side of her on the headboard.

"If I stay, my wife, I won't want to just kiss. I won't be able to stop myself from doing as I please with you."

Her hazel eyes darkened. "I wouldn't mind."

Rohan ran the backs of his fingers across her cheek. "But I do. I can protect you from everyone else, but who protects you from me, love?"

Belle's lip trembled, and his eyes fell on them. She used his moment of distraction to lace her arms around his neck and kiss him full on the mouth, catching him completely off guard.

Treacherous woman!

He met her seeking tongue with his, her lips warm and skilled with what he'd taught her. She distracted him again by nibbling his lower lip, while her hand went straight to his hard shaft.

"No," he groaned, trying to move back but she held on.

Belle slid her fingers around the buttons of his trousers and popped them open one by one, pulling him back towards her when he tried to pry her fingers away.

"Stop resisting, hubby. I only want to help."

Rohan was so hard he hurt. Her fingers were more confident as she closed them around his cock, her thumb brushing across his tip. He clenched his teeth as she swirled her fingers around his flange, teasing his sensitive skin.

Rohan found himself fisting her hair and released her before he could pull it to hurt her. He closed his fingers over her shoulder, his grip biting into the thick brocade of her gown.

"Do you like that?" she whispered.

Rohan couldn't answer. His hips moved, wanting to thrust.

"I like it," she said. "I love how hard your staff is, yet the skin is silken and smooth."

She must be trying to kill him. Rohan closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, willing himself to make her stop before he would lose control of himself. If he didn't die from suppressing his lust, she would kill him with her thumb moving against his tip and stroking him up and down.

Belle was determined to reward her husband with this for everything he had done. That was the least she could do, and nothing was going to stop her from giving him that release—not even his little protest to stop her. She would force him to give in and find that release and let his poor manhood go down. She had done it before; she wasn't about to shy away now.

"I remember how it feels under my tongue. It tasted warm and just a bit salty," she went on. "I remember comparing you to smooth cream in my mind." She laughed a little, heat rushing to her face. "When I took your seed inside my mouth, I didn't know it was meant to happen, but I liked it. I wanted to take in every bit of you."

Her voice was shy and sultry at the same time, her fingers as skilled as a courtesan's. Better than a courtesan's, because Belle wasn't doing this at his command. She was giving it as a gift to him.

"I am trying to learn carnal talk that makes one feel more heat," she said. "Am I doing well?"

"Yes." He grated the word.

Rohan tilted her face up to his and gave her a long, deep-tongued kiss. Belle opened her mouth for him, smiling at the same time.

"Will you whisper those kinds of talk to me?" she asked. "I like it when you say them."

Rohan put his lips to her ear and told her in very explicit terms exactly what he wanted to do to her, and where and how and with what.

Belle flushed a deep red, but her eyes were starry.

"How unfortunate that I am so feeble," she said. "We will have to save such things for when I am well."

Rohan circled her ear with his tongue, finished with words. Belle squeezed his shaft, her fingers strong. She would be well very soon, and then he'd lay her down and proceed to do everything he promised.

She stroked him up and down, faster and faster, her fingers burning him. He didn't stop his thrusts now, he thrust into her fingers that cupped him. He closed his own hand over hers and helped her stroke, helped her squeeze him the way he wanted to be.

Rohan threw back his head as the room spun around, and he ground out his release. His seed spilled all over her hand and his, wet and scalding hot.

"Isa," he said into her ear. "My Isa."

Belle turned to meet his lips, and their tongues tangled. He snaked his hand through her beautiful hair, kissing her over and over until her mouth was red with it.

"I believe you liked that," she said with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Rohan could barely speak. His heart thumped and his breath came fast, and he was nowhere near sated. But it was beautiful.

He kissed her one more time, then reached to the washbasin for a towel to clean them both up.

When he returned to the bed after cleaning himself and fastening his trousers, he gathered her onto his lap and began to gently wipe her fingers and hands with the towel.

"Thank you," he whispered into her ear, holding her close to his wildly beating chest. She nestled against him, warm and soft, and they sat there in each other's embrace, wrapped in silence and breath.

Rohan could not believe she had given him the gift of release, so freely, so sweetly, without him even asking for it.

He tightened his hold around her, pressing a kiss to her temple as reverence swelled in his soul. How did he ever come to marry a woman like her? From a timid little bunny to a bold, mature woman who had given him more tenderness and love than he'd known in years.

It was the thought of not wanting to lose her, or let anything come between them, that made Rohan decide, there and then, that it was time he told her everything. It was time he shattered the little dream they were living in and stepped back into the reality he had been avoiding. Keeping her in the dark for too long might not end well.

Rohan reluctantly broke the comfortable silence.

"Isa," he called gently, stroking her hair. "There's something you need to know."

For some reason, all the bliss vanished at the tone of his voice. Her smile faltered, and her heart slammed against her ribs. Belle could feel, deep in her bones, that the moment she had so long dreaded and anticipated had finally arrived, even before he let the words fall.

She slowly pulled back from his chest and looked up at his face. Though there was a grimness in his expression, he tried to soften it with a small smile.

"What is it?" she asked.