Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: The visitor

She lifted her chin and kissed him back.

He had been her teacher: she knew how to taste his mouth, search the corners while he grew still, his lips parting a little for her to invade and learn. His body seemed to respond with a slow tautness, a tightening over her; his hands pressed into her skin, fingers spreading at the sides of her sensitive nipples that had molded into taut buds. And when he cupped her through her dress, she arched her back up and pressed herself into his palm, his finger flickering over her nipple and making it harden.

Yet he lay motionless while he teased her breast and she kissed him, suspended over her, his mouth submissive to hers, as if his whole concentration was on what it felt like for her to kiss him and not the other way around. His lips opened more with each contact, allowing her to seek further—inviting it.

She touched him with her tongue. He was foreign and familiar, so close and yet so strange to her. Masculine and strong, an aggressiveness she could feel held in check for her sake and for her inexperienced mouth to become accustomed.

His breath mingled with hers, light with anticipation.

Belle tasted deeper. He met her with his tongue, with a raw, fierce note in his chest and a penetrating answer. He took command of the kiss and invite. His body closed with hers and he laid perfectly on and between her parted legs.

On her bed, with his weight pressed down on her, he kissed her wholly while being careful not to touch her bruises, all play and lightness vanished from him.

And she returned it, opening her mouth across his. Her arm went around his neck to bring him even closer than he was, and he let out a deep, primitive sound in his throat that reverberated against her breasts. She swirled her fingers into the little hair at his nape.

He responded to her, taking what she surrendered as easily as if he knew her mind, knew the moment that her body and her heart awakened to intense sensation.

He locked his hands with hers and spread them out on the mattress above her head. His warm leather glove drove into her palms, caught between his hand and hers, but she wanted it. She clutched her fingers against his. She liked the feeling of him like she liked him pressed in the aching spot between her legs, where she felt warm and silky, moist and wanting.

Everything inside her arched upward to meet his kiss. It seemed that she had been bound up, held tight by threads that he had broken with a touch.

Rohan felt her deliciously arched against his hardened erection, and when she grazed it with her middle, a heat began a slow, liquid dissolve in his loins. He deepened the kiss and drank from her delicious mouth and moved against her.

He could imagine and see himself taking her, being one with her. Inside her, God, inside her... he imagined it... spreading for him, opening like a flower; in his mind, the clothes between them had disappeared, and she was perfectly, gloriously naked, a slim, pretty nymph on the bed, eager, arching and pulling him into her, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her... wanting closer, wanting deeper and deeper and harder...

Rohan made a faint sound and began to try to frantically remove the fabric that stood between him and what he imagined doing at this very moment to his wife. She was his, and she was opening, aching for him as much as he had been for her. He had waited too long; it was time he was given the reward for waiting this long.

"There better be a good reason for your interruption, Rav, or you are dead meat," Rohan warned through their mind’s link with a murderous look in his eyes as he tried to retain his painful erection back into his trousers.

Rav, who had run outside the chamber as fast as he could, jumped at his master’s voice in his head. He had tried to connect through their link, but Rohan had shut it, and he’d knocked repeatedly and had been ignored, which was why he had thought to open the door, which was left slightly ajar, only to be greeted with the sounds of moans and groans. He’d run back as fast as he could without waiting to see what was going on on the bed.

He was an adult male—a vampire at that—but he flushed to the root of his head as his heart was beating frantically. To be honest, it was the very first time he had ever walked into something like that or even been around where it was happening. Cooling his damn heart and heated face, he hurriedly spoke through their link.

"I—I did not see anything when I entered, my Lord, I swear, and I wouldn’t have had you answered my knocks," came Rav’s anxious voice. "You have a visitor, it’s Lady Cordelia, and she refused to listen that you are busy with her lady. She wanted to come up here to greet the lady, and I wanted to warn you about her and—"

Rav barely finished speaking when the she-devil made her way into the chamber without bothering to knock, smiling like the world’s kindest person.

"Good morning, cousin Rohan."

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