Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Taming the bulge_Part 2

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.

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