Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533: Did I hurt you?

"This is my job," he said, smiling.

He brushed the gown from her shoulders and found her wrists again and brought them to his stomach.

"Right from the beginning, Isa, the way it ought to be."

Wordlessly, she did his bidding, with trembling hands, until they stood in naked splendor before each other. Blood beat in their ears.

They held that moment for a heartbeat, the pale moonlight spilling in to give them a clear view of each other. They admired one another without touching, simply looking, taking in every detail, until Rohan’s strong hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her close and guiding her down onto the hay, the blanket spread beneath them.

He moved with strength and passion, rolling gently with her as their bodies pressed together. His kisses were urgent, claiming her everywhere she could feel him.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. Her lips sought his. Her body arched instinctively, responding to every movement. Above her, he braced himself, steady and poised, holding her close.

"Do you remember our first time together, my love?" he whispered, his lips barely leaving hers. Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "It was one of the best moments of my life."

Belle cupped his cheeks in her palms, "I have flashes of moments with you come back to me sometimes, those times we make love...they come to me whenever I feel aroused and I am thinking of you..."

Rohan grinned and then leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth as he whispered, "That’s good. Let’s make them come back more."

"Let’s talk later, I want to feel you inside me, please." She breathed impatiently, gone past thoughts of waiting longer for the final blending of their bodies.

He hovered above her, careful not to rush her, for with how aroused he was, he doubted he could control himself without going too rough. Still locked on her gaze, he rubbed himself against her warmth, moving his hips and letting his hardened shaft part her swollen folds, feeling her wet and ready for him.

Her impatient hands sought his hips, pulling him closer to her seeking flesh, arching her body upward to rub against him more. The friction made her shiver, and it drew a low groan from him.

"Please..." she moaned, flowing into him gently, pressing up toward the hard, hot fullness of his manhood, breaking his restraint. Like two broken pieces of a puzzle, they joined in fluid motion, her body enclosing his cock, her warmth wrapping tightly around him. She wound her arms around his neck, and Rohan’s body, radiating heat, pressed down on her in a consuming, delicious weight.

He paused, savoring the exquisite tightness of her around him, biting down on his lower lip to stop himself from moving too soon. He wanted her to adjust fully, to feel him completely, to taste every inch of their joining.

Despite the winter cold, heat rose between them. Belle reached her hand to his face, grazing the smooth, golden skin, sending fresh tremors through his large frame.

She wound her arms around his sweat-slicked back as his body shuddered and hers quivered beneath him.

At her grip, Rohan collapsed, lowering his head to cradle against her neck in exhaustion.

She held him there, fiercely stroking the damp hair at the back of his neck, wondering if it was even all right to cry, fearing it was no longer a choice left to her. A raw vulnerability consumed her, and indescribable emotions surged through her; her heart felt impossibly full with love. The feeling bloomed within her, overwhelming and undeniable. Deep in her soul, she knew she loved this man until death, no matter what, and the intensity of it made her ache with the need to cry.

Her chest swelled, filled to bursting. A stinging pinch rose in the depths of her nose.

Then, horrified, she let out a shattering, single sob that filled the barn and startled Rohan. He moved back and looked down at her in concern.

"Did I hurt you, love?" he asked, cupping her cheek with one hand and bracing himself with the other.

Belle shook her head, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

"Then why are you crying?" Rohan asked, feeling a sting in his own heart as he heard her sobs. He leaned down and kissed away the tears that continued to flow, and when they wouldn’t stop, he turned to his side, bringing her with him, hugging her close and allowing her to cry on his shoulder while he rubbed her back.