Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 47: A soothing kiss_Part 3

"When I was seven, Mama, Eve, and I were traveling to Barbara when we got attacked at the border," Belle gripped his shirt tighter, she had never brought herself to tell anyone about this ever since it happened, not even Jamie, as she feared he would also stop loving her like her parents had done. But since it was Rohan, she had nothing to lose with him. She did not care about what he thought about her.

"I was sitting at the window of the moving carriage when I saw the vampires. I tried to warn Mama, but she didn’t listen until we were attacked," she told him how her mother had passed out and how she had been yanked out by one of the savage-looking creatures.

"But after that... I strangely do not recall anything that happened. All I remember was finding myself wandering in a forest, and then I saw some men who pointed out that I must be the missing daughter of the Duke. They took me to Mama, who was staying at an inn, waiting for my remains to be found. She had a look of horror on her face when she saw me..."

"..." Rohan remain silent, a deep scowl on his face.

"She refused to believe I was her daughter, and I realized I had spent five days in that forest and that everyone had believed I was dead because... Mama claimed she saw me die." Belle could still remember the confusion and the fear in her young heart when everyone stared at her like a ghost who had returned from the dead. She did not know what her mother saw that made her believe she was dead and that she wasn’t her daughter, but Belle knew she had not died in any way—her memories of the event were just unclear after the attack.

"Mama and Papa used to love Eve and me equally, and they would buy me things and call me sweet names, but after that day... I was locked up in a room without light, and every morning a priest would come to pray and to remove whatever evil I was, even though I told them I was still me. I longed for the days I used to be their Belle, and I wanted to make it up to them..." She sniffed her nose as the tears began to fall now without her control, as she had spoken the words she had never told anyone before to him.

Rohan was silent and still, his hand still gripping her, but this time it was more possessive, not from anger. She might not have known what happened, but he did, because that day had been the day that made him silently vow to himself to find her again and make her his. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

This marriage would not have been anything had that day not happened. It was still vivid in his memories as if it had been just yesterday. Her hazel eyes—those eyes were what made him recognize her immediately in the wedding hall when her veil moved to show her eyes to him.

But never would he have thought it would lead to her being viewed as evil. He did not say it in his words, but Rohan was somewhat relieved to know that his bunny had not just agreed to this marriage because she wanted to kill him like everyone else around him. He did not know what he would have done if that stake he found had been meant for his chest.

Bringing his other hand up, he wrapped it around her slender neck, his fingers pressing into the nape as he locked them behind her. His thumb rested beneath her chin, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. He blinked when he saw the liquid that came from people’s eyes when they were emotional and sad. She was crying? He had not even realized it until he saw it. She kept her eyes down and tried to move her head from his grip, but Rohan had locked his fingers at the back of her neck and kept her head in place.

"Now you know... can you please leave so I can change? It’s uncomfortable to stand in a wet dress," she said quietly, wishing he wouldn’t push her to reveal more than she had. She had not meant to even let her tears fall, but she had not been able to control them.

"I need to change," she repeated, her voice too faint.

He only stood there, absurdly close. Dark eyes, black lashes, handsome face, smiling that smile of his that never reached his eyes or went beyond the pull of his lips. She didn’t know why it had been easy to talk to him about that time of her life, but it had come to her so easily.

"You got this from the attack," he said as he brought his hand up to part her bangs and reveal the scar he knew more than anyone was from the attack, but he just wanted to give the bunny a distraction to stop the liquid from sliding down those large hazel eyes of hers.

She nodded her head and moved it back so his hand would fall away from the parted bangs. They covered her forehead again, and her hand went to grip the necklace around her neck in an unconscious act, but she quickly brought her hand down as if realizing it wasn’t the one she wanted to hold. Rohan’s eyes narrowed down on the necklace he had given her, which had a gold chain and a diamond pendant enclosed in gold.

He dropped his gaze to the pendant dangling between the swell of her breast. His smile became cynical. He touched the pendant, toyed with it. Then he lifted it and turned it in his hand. He held the slightly pointy diamond and used it to skim her lower lip, daring her not to want his gift.

Her breath turned rapid as her wet lashes blinked. Forget about tears, she could not breathe with the way he was staring at her lips. Slowly, he backed her up until her back hit the door. Surprisingly, she had not even realized how he had turned her to the angle of the door until she felt her back hit it.

Rohan lifted his arms, resting his fists on the door to either side of her head. The chain slid and tightened at her throat as he kept it in his hand. He held her trapped, his smile growing into a dangerous grin.

"You still don’t want my gift, hmm?" he whispered thickly. He had seen what she did. She had touched the chain and quickly released it when she realized it wasn’t the cheap one given to her by the human but his. He would have gotten angry if he wasn’t so pleased that she had told him something she had probably never told the other man.

"I didn’t say that," Belle pressed her shoulders back against the door. "You are only assuming things. I like the necklace," she said in hopes that he would leave her alone. She longed to be alone to gather her scattered thoughts together.

Rohan leaned on one arm. He traced the pendant along the curve of her ear, watching with a fascinated amusement. He brought the cool diamond down to her chin, warming it with his gloved fingers. The object grazed an arc across her lips, gliding to the center, then back to the side; to the center, and back again.

"You like it, hmm?" He leaned in closer. Belle’s breath sang faintly, uneven, as she pressed her back more firmly against the door.

"I told you, you are not a good liar. I can sense it when you lie. My gift is the only thing you should want, Isa. Mine."

He held the pendant against her lips, his fingers spread across her cheek and chin. Then, bending his head, he pressed his mouth to the diamond—a kiss that should have never reached her, with the cold stone meant to shield her caught between them, made useless by the warmth of his lips.

The diamond slipped from his fingers. She felt it bounce against her breasts as his mouth came to hers. He touched her as the stone had touched her, just a light graze, but warm.

He took modesty and virtue and salvation away from her so easily. She gave it up so easily.

She stood washed in the sensation of his featherlight contact against her lips, his breath mingling with hers. A strange warmth bloomed within her, as if something sacred and unnameable had been awakened inside her.

This man, this devil—his eyes closed, dark lashes so frivolously long as they rested against his honey skin—even his eyelashes were unholy in their abundance!

His tongue moved over her as if she were a ginger lozenge, to be tasted in small nibbles. He took her lower lip between his teeth, gently, teasing. A flourish of pure, fleshly warmth blossomed in her body and made her curl her toes in her wet shoes and tighten her grip at the sides of her dress.

She felt her own will leap up to meet his. Her mouth opened against her will when he licked her; he answered instantly with a deep and throaty groan. His hands drew downward, closing as he leaned into her, bracing his forearms on the door.

He enveloped her. The feel of his kiss was strange and painful and electric.

Her hands opened helplessly, trying to find something to touch that wasn’t him, but everything was him—all the solid reality within reach. He opened his palms and smoothed her wet hair, sweetly, over and over, like a parent would touch a child, at the same time that he kissed her, pressing hard against her, a forceful intercourse of their mouths and bodies.

He broke it, pulling back to look into her face. She was breathing deeply, trying to catch the breath she had lost.

In her ears, her pulse beat frantically. She began to feel what she’d done. Her soul came back from some place it had gone, lost and sunk in carnal pleasure he had taught her could be good and yet bad last night.

Rohan was watching her. Belle stared up at him.

He was the Devil, smiling a little. Not in all her everyday prayers to God to keep her soul safe from temptation and anything evil that would make her be more despised by her family—never once had she imagined that the Devil would smooth her hair like the way she had longed for her own father to do.

He hadn’t comforted her with words when she told him about how she had caused her own family to despise her all of a sudden. He had not asked her if she was certain she hadn’t been possessed like her own family had pressed her for, so they would know what had happened in the days she had spent in the forest alone when they thought she was dead.

Rohan looked down at her. And then he took a curl of her hair that had fallen free and brushed it under her chin, then pushed himself away from her.

The floor creaked under the shift of his weight as he sighed and said, "Since I am in the mood to be generous, Isa, I will grant you the will to have the scrap outside the window. Go and get it, and if you find it, I will let you have it and keep it."