Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: The wonton carriage ride

It was true—it obeyed only her command, because no woman had been able to get that reaction from him except her.

Belle’s hazel eyes rounded in astonishment as she stared at the thing in wonderment. When she touched it a moment ago, she had drawn it forth from his trousers before quickly letting go, and she watched it now, realizing it had become just like it was explained in the book about men’s erection.

He was aroused and in need of a release, or he might get ill for some hours like the book said. She had to help him, but Lord help her, she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

No wonder women went through pain when joining with their husbands—how else could something like this fit into any woman? She didn’t believe it could fit her. She swallowed hard, seeing how it kept growing. Should she tame it now? She had to.

Stop staring and do it! she scolded herself.

Rohan had no reason to be embarrassed when he caught sight of his timid wife through the slit in his slightly opened eyes. As she reached out her hand, the thought of her touching him excited him so much that his member twitched and grew even harder, making her gasp.

"Is it really meant to do this?!" she gasped at him. "There’s no way this could fit into anyone!" she blurted, the words escaping before she could stop them.

Her husband chuckled, voice low and thick. "Just like I swell to take you, you stretch to take me, Isa. That’s how we fit—perfectly."

Her body warmed and stirred, and she felt her lower part clench at the words and the imagination of it.

Focus, Belle, she told herself, you have to help him and not let your own imagination sway to stretching and fitting with something this size.

She finally reached out and touched him, wrapping her fingers around him, trying to ignore the pulse and the firmness that made her want to let go. He inhaled sharply and roughly. He was perfectly shaped in a weird way, and she studied it with fascination. His shaft was smooth and dark, very warm in the cool carriage. It ended in a wide tip, like a cap with a tiny slit in its middle.

She stroked her finger over this slit, and Rohan made a throaty noise that vibrated in his chest and made her look up at him. "Am... I doing something wrong?" she asked anxiously.

His voice was strained as he spoke,

"You are doing right—perfectly right."

Realizing he liked this, she moved her thumb over the tip in a circular motion until he groaned again and shuddered on his seat, his fingers clenched on his lap. She played with him thus, enjoying the power she had over him for the first time. She realized he must be feeling just like her when he pleased her, and she wanted to give back that pleasure with much more intensity.

His closed eyes were a bonus for her, and she enjoyed her power with a small smile.

She changed her technique to one she had seen and read in the book, grasping his shaft and stroking her fingers up and down it, or tickling her way around the flange.

Rohan put his hand over his face and wrapped his other arm tightly around her, catching her by surprise—but not enough for her to stop what she was doing to him. Belle rested her cheek on his chest and kept up her play with his fascinating appendage.

After a while, she wanted to explore more. It was a technique that had been mentioned, not explained. It had been subtle, and she had not thought she could do it. But seeing the power she had over this unmovable mountain, she wanted to give it a try and see his reaction.

The carriage was moving smoothly, so she slid from the seat to her knees in front of him. She studied him for a little while at eye level, enjoying and liking the view of every part of him—his tightly closed eyes, his thrown-back head, and his clenched jaw.

Then she leaned over and took him into her mouth.

She knew he liked it, because he wrapped his legs around her middle, and the sounds that came from his mouth were incoherent. His hips moved, lifting him off the seat. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Now she knew how to give him such pleasure that he couldn’t keep still.

Unable to keep her hand from wandering, she put her hand between his spread legs to find the round firmness of his balls and entertained her curious mind with what they felt like by moving them gently in her palm.

She hadn’t actually touched that part with the intention to make him feel more, but she felt him shudder, felt the pulsing inside him—and then suddenly, he let out a loud groan and filled her mouth with his seed.

She was surprised and nearly pulled away, but her heart beat swiftly, and she decided she wanted to stay put.

Rohan tasted like fine cream with a little bite—not at all a bad concoction. She slid her tongue around her mouth as he eased himself out, and she swallowed him.

Rohan swiftly reached out and dragged her up onto his lap without bothering to refasten his trousers. He kissed her hard, despite what she’d just done, as though he wanted to taste what lingered on her lips. It was a deep, hungry kiss that made her moan into his mouth, his both hands cupping her face and holding her.

He pulled back and looked at her and said nothing, but his grip on her face softened. She saw his gaze try to meet hers and fall short every time, as if he feared something might happen if he left his gaze on hers.

Finally, he growled softly and gathered her into his arms and hugged her tightly to him.

He held her like that for the rest of the ride without any word, stroking and kissing her hair, until the carriage slowed again in front of their home. But he still did not let go, and Belle made no attempt to move from the comfortable place in his arms and lap, where the layers of her dress prevented her from feeling him against her.

He was breathing hard, and she believed he was trying to compose himself just like she was after such wanton thing she had done. Strangely, she had no regrets for doing it and would do it over again if time went back.

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