Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Kiss and make up_Part 2

Rohan inhaled the delicious aroma of the seasoned, frying bacon, then leaned closer and whispered into her ear, "That smells delicious, love. What else are you cooking with it in the other pot?"

He asked, hoping to make her talk, to clear the air and dispel the silent hostility between them. Anger was not something a man should allow his wife carry for long, not when that emotion was heavy in the room.

She was silent for a long moment, as if she wouldn’t answer him. But when he pressed his lips to her neck, she pursed her lips and answered grudgingly, "Suet pudding. There are also root vegetables."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that. Is there something I can help you with in the kitchen, honey?" he asked, pulling her tighter against his body and burying his nose deeper into the crook of her neck. She always smelled nice, like lavender with a hint of spice, probably because she had been in the kitchen.

"No, I’m almost done. Can you let go? I need to check the pudding," she grumbled. But in truth, she wished he would keep holding her like that and kissing her neck, sending tingling heat through her body and making her hands clumsy.

Still, she mustn’t give in to him, not yet. She couldn’t just let him pretend like he hadn’t done something wrong by leaving in anger without telling her where he was going. If she gave in so easily, he would do it again next time.

But he didn’t release her. Instead, Rohan tightened his hold around her waist and brought his hand up to cup her breast, catching her off guard and drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

"Don’t let me hit you with a hot spoon. Let go," she warned, trying to wiggle from his grip, but he didn’t loosen it.

"I’m sorry," he whispered suddenly into her ear, and the sound of his voice, low and remorseful, stilled her struggle.

"I know you’re angry because I walked out on you this morning. It was wrong of me," he confessed. "I was choking on strange emotions... they made me feel like I was suffocating, and I needed air. Something you said made me feel that way."

His voice was gentle now, as his palm spread flat and possessive across her lower abdomen, just beneath the curve of her ribs. The other hand, still cupping her breast through the soft bodice of her dress, caressed her with slow, feather-light strokes, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak in deliberate circles.

The sensation made her melt like warm butter into his arms, her breath catching, body betraying her resolve as heat pooled low in her belly.

Her nipples instantly tightened beneath the fabric, aching with the sudden attention. She tried to gather her thoughts before her head spun into a haze. "I’m sorry too," she breathed. "I should have told you, and I shouldn’t have spoken like that... about death—"

A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers found the string at the front of her dress and loosened it. He slid his hand inside and found her bare breast, the warmth of his touch making her arch into him.

"Rohan..." she gasped his name when he began to rub and gently pinch her nipple. Gooseflesh spread over her chest and arms as his mouth pressed open against her neck, kissing and dragging his tongue over the sensitive skin while his hand worked her breast in slow, possessive strokes.

"Isa..." His voice was husky, lips trailing along her collarbone, fingers tugging the neckline lower to expose more of her flesh. "We shouldn’t have wasted today being apart... It’s our last day here. We’re leaving tomorrow. We should’ve been doing this, enjoying every corner of this place together..."

He turned her swiftly to face him, and before she could speak, he crashed his mouth onto hers in a fierce, hungry kiss.

His hands gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him, pressing her body to his, showing her exactly how much he’d missed her for the hours he had been away from home. One hand slid down to cup her bottom, kneading it through the fabric while the other pushed the sleeves of her dress down her arms to expose more of her skin.

Her hands moved instinctively, clutching his shoulders, then sliding into his hair as her lips parted beneath his, letting his tongue invade and taste her fully. She kissed him back with a hunger that matched his, their mouths clashing with heat and need.

His lips moved hungrily, feverish, possessive, as if he could never get enough of her. Between the kisses, he panted out, "Is our son asleep?"

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