Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 515

Chapter 515: Familiar kiss_Part 2
Rohan kissed her open‑mouthed, like he wanted to devour the breath straight out of her lungs. His mouth pulled at her lower lip, sucking it until it tingled, and when she opened for him, his warm tongue slid into her mouth in a slow, hungry sweep.

Belle let out a faint sound against his lips, her fingers sliding from his hair to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His weight pressed her deeper into the bed, his body hot and heavy between her legs as his tongue moved with hers, tasting her, pushing deeper, coaxing her to kiss him back just as intensely as he was doing. His hand cupped her jaw, tilting her face so he could kiss her harder, his breath mixing with hers, his mouth moving over her lips again and again like he had been waiting too long for this.

She felt his tongue stroke against hers, slow and dragging, then quick and needy, and heat rushed through her body at the way he was exploring the interior of her mouth with his tongue, as if he had come back from the dead and she was the only thing keeping him alive. It was as though he were unbearably thirsty and she the only water to quench that thirst, drinking hungrily from her mouth, taking in every drop of liquid, every trace of wetness she offered.

Her fingers tightened at his nape, her other hand sliding to his chest, feeling the hard, steady beat beneath her palm as his mouth claimed hers in deep, breathless kisses.

His lips moved to her upper lip, sucking gently, then returned to her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth before kissing her fully again, deeper, hungrier. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, and she felt herself beginning to melt into him, her body waking and responding in a way that felt too familiar to ignore. The heat between her legs grew hotter, and her body arched into his, feeling the familiar bulge in his trousers graze her. She felt herself rising toward it, wanting more, her chest lifting against his as he kissed her like he didn’t ever intend to stop.

But then—

The bedroom door swung open.

“Papa?” Angel’s voice broke through the heat.

Rohan’s mouth stilled in their movement, though he didn’t lift his weight off her. He only raised his head enough to look at their son standing in the doorway, frowning with Roseline blinking curiously in his arms.

“What… are you two doing?” Angel asked, scrunching his face and looking at them. He had been downstairs worrying that his papa might lose control and hurt his mother; when he didn’t hear any struggling and his mother hadn’t come back down, he had come upstairs to see what was going on, only to walk in on them like that.

Rohan slowly moved off his wife, but not completely. He still had his hand possessively around her waist, refusing to let go, and he didn’t even look guilty for being caught by his son.

“Kissing,” he said simply, his voice still rough as he stared at their son.

Angel made a face. “You just woke up and you are kissing Mama,” he muttered, walking toward the bed with his sister in his arms. He knew what kissing was because he had witnessed far too many of it between his parents, his papa was always shameless and kiss his mama even when he was watching them.

“Because I miss her,” Rohan replied, his eyes trailing to his flushed wife beside him. Waking up to find her next to him, offering him her blood, Rohan had almost believed he was dreaming because the wife he had gotten back had been avoiding him the last time he saw her. He hadn’t been able to hold himself back from kissing her, feeling her realness, especially when she had responded to him as she would have in the past.

As much as he was thirsty for more blood, he had found control, knowing exactly whom he drank from. He was still thirsty, but he would never overdo it and end up killing her. His family was finally complete, and everything he wanted was right there: his wife, his son, his daughter. What else could a man ask for?

Rohan turned to look at her affectionately on his side, and he reached out to playfully pinch her red nose and touch her lips.

Belle felt her whole body flush beside him, his breath still warm against her lips, and his fingers teasing her swollen, freshly kissed lips in the presence of their children! She quickly moved into a sitting position, pushing his arm from around her in embarrassment at having their children in the room. This forced him to end up lying flat on his back, which hadn’t healed completely, and he let out a low groan of pain.

“My God, I’m sorry.” Belle quickly helped him roll onto his stomach. “I forgot about your back. Rise a little so I can take off your shirt to check the wounds,” she said, touching his shoulder tenderly and stroking it to soothe him for hurting him. With how bold he had been acting just moments ago, she had completely forgotten that the man wasn’t well.

It was while Belle was helping him remove his shirt that Angel, who had gotten onto the bed, asked, “Papa, how are you going to bring Enny and the babies when you’re not feeling well?”

Realization seemed to finally dawn on Rohan, and he asked, “How long have I been asleep?”

Belle told him, and he cursed under his breath. “I promised to come the next day for them,” he said as he began to push himself up to sit on the bed. But the moment he stood to his feet, his head rang like a loud bell inside his skull, and dizziness washed over him, forcing him back onto the bed.

He attempted to stand again, but Belle placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, pushing him back down. “You are not in any condition to move around like this. Your father told me to let you rest properly, and I do believe you need it.”

A dark scowl settled on Rohan’s face. “My father? I don’t have a father,” he told her, already aware that Ereves had come and had somehow helped remove the bullet, a task that would have been impossible for his wife to manage alone. But Ereves wasn’t his concern now; Evenly and her twins, left in Nightbrook, were. He didn’t allow them to push the topic of the demon any further.

“I can’t leave them there,” he said to Belle, who had already parted her lips to bring up his father but let it slide at his words.

“Can you send someone else to bring them here? You are in no condition to move around yet,” Belle asked, looking down at him where he sat on the edge of the bed.