Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 198: Being teased

He teased her sensitive nipple with his tongue, then gently tugged it with his teeth, and the shock of it sent a rush of heat through her belly. Her body jerked beneath him in surprised disbelief, her breath catching as the wicked pleasure rippled through her.

She looked down at his head and shuddered deep inside her bones as she felt his warm tongue licked and suckle her, spreading intense heat into her already lustful, feverish body. She did not know when she let out a small moan, arched her back, and pulled his head down to her breast—until she felt him smile against her and then pull back a little, enough for him to look at her flushed face and say,

"Now will you tell me, or do you want me to do that again?" he challenged. And to his absolute amusement, his wife slid her lips shut and refused to speak, as if anticipating him to do that to her other nipple, which looked to be calling for his attention with how hard it had gotten against her thin bodice.

"Naughty little bunny," he rasped, his voice thick with heat, as he bent his head to her other breast and gave it the same attention, just as thorough, just as teasing.

He licked and suckled it through the thin nightdress, the damp fabric clinging to her skin as his mouth worked over her. Another moan escaped her, soft and breathless, a sound that was like music to his ears, tugging deep at his restraint.

She arched up into his mouth, offering more of herself, silently begging to be teased, to be devoured, and he obliged without mercy. He flicked the stiff peak with the tip of his tongue, slow and deliberate, and when she cried out his name in a voice soaked with need, he felt himself pulse hard against his trousers.

Heat flared through his chest, racing down to settle in his loins with a pressure so sharp, so consuming, he feared he might spill himself right then and there if she made that sound again.

Desperate to regain control, he pulled back with effort, lifting his head to stare down at her flushed, breathless face, her lips parted, her eyes glassy as she looked up at him, dazed and needy.

He could never believe a little woman like her could send him to the edge just from moaning his name and holding that innocuous look of lust and need for him. And he couldn’t help but also notice how bold and mature she had become from when they first got married, when she shied away from his touch and bit back her moans of pleasure, even though he had wanted to hear them desperately.

Wordlessly, he felt her fingers move into his hair and thread through the thick strands, her legs coming to close around his hips, taking him again by surprise with the action that brought him closer to her womanhood. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

He groaned as his erection bumped against her entrance through the fabric of their attire. All he had to do was shed off his trousers, pull up her dress, and there would be no hindrance between his heated cock and her moist, warm core. He would slide into her and thrust until he poured himself into her, but he held back. He knew if he started now, all his plans to get her things for this special day would be on hold, because there was no coming out of this once he started.

He couldn’t afford to get lost in lust when he wanted to make today a special day for her and give her everything she wanted, even without asking. She deserved it, and more.

He felt her fingers brush across his cheek, and he throbbed so hard he had to hold himself up atop her so his erection would stop grazing that entrance.

"I... I thought you were going to wake me up last night... so we could do what we did that day in my chamber..."

"You mean, make love and couple until we are both spent?" he whispered thickly, his head leaning lower towards her lips. "I wanted to do that, but not at the expense of your rest. You needed the rest."

He let his lips brush hers as he turned his head side to side, and when she leaned up to lock their lips, Rohan pulled away and rolled off her seductive, unconscious act.

"Your bath is here, my love," he said, and she grabbed his hand as if to pull him back to the bed. But not long after he said those words, a knock came on the door, and she quickly released him, realizing he had moved away because of the maids coming.

"I will bathe in the other chamber. I’ll get the carriage and the coachman ready by the time you’re done, hmm? See you in the next hour."

He leaned towards her and pressed his lips on the corner of her mouth, a soft, teasing touch, then patted her head playfully when she glared at him, as if not satisfied that he was leaving her in such an aroused state.

"Tie your robe belt and don’t let them see that," Belle called after him as he moved to leave.

His long night robe was parted, revealing his bare chest, and her eyes had dropped to the cling of his gray loose trousers where a very prominent bulge showed, a bold outline of his erection. The thought of him walking out to the waiting servants like that sent a rush of sharp, possessive displeasure through her.

She had spoken for him to tie his robe belt before even thinking through her words.

He froze mid-step, hand on the door. Then he looked down, following her gaze to where his arousal strained clearly against the fabric, and then back up at her flushed face.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his features, and then he let out a hearty laugh that reverberated through his chest, deep and full of mirth.

But when Belle didn’t drop her small, warning glare, his laughter died down quickly. He bit back the rest of it with effort and made a mock salute with one hand. "Yes, yes, madam," he said, feigning sheepishness as he swiftly pulled the belt of his robe tight, wrapping himself properly. Her message was loud and clear: what belonged to her was not to be displayed.

And Rohan? He was so damned pleased that he made extra sure his robe was closed properly, smoothing it down with exaggerated care.

He was so pleased by her possessiveness he could have kissed her again.

"Can I walk out now, wifey?" he asked with a fringed look of innocence as he turned back to her, his lips twitching. She was still glaring, but he saw the pleased glint in her hazel eyes, the way her lips wanted to curve into a smile. She was content now that he was properly covered, even if reluctantly.

"Or should I cover even my face like this?" he teased with a grin, lifting his gloved hands to his face and covering it until only his eyes peeked through. He batted his lashes at her like a shy bride beneath a veil, his playful tone laced with mock innocence.

Belle couldn’t help herself. She burst into laughter at the ridiculous sight of her proud, dangerous husband acting so childishly charming. Without thinking, she grabbed a pillow from the bed and hurled it at him, aiming for his smug little act.

But Rohan caught the pillow midair with swift ease, his reflexes still sharp despite his playfulness. A mischievous, boyish smile lit up his handsome face, laughter spilling freely from his lips, making him look ten times younger than he actually was.

He raised the pillow as if to throw it back at her, and she shrank into the blanket, squealing and shielding herself in playful defense of his hit as she knew she wouldn’t be able to catch it. But instead of hitting her, she heard the pillow land softly back onto the bed, right where it belonged.

His laughter echoed down the corridor as he opened the door and stepped out, letting the servants in just as he left.

The room still held his warmth, his mischief, and the tender affection that lingered in the air like the last kiss of sunlight before dusk, and she was still smiling to herself even as she bathed and changed into an outing dress, well, until she was done, and everything took a turn for the worse for her.

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