Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 527

Chapter 527: Anything for you
He pressed his forehead gently against hers, letting his words sink in. “I love you, Isa. I have loved you through everything, and I will continue to love you, not for what you give me, but for the one person you are, the only person I ever want, you. So never doubt my love for you even for a second, little bunny.”

Even if she had any doubts in her heart about his love for her, those doubts had faded away after learning all the hardships they’d been through together. And even if there was any of it left in the corners of her heart, the sincere, earnest look in those dark eyes of his right now as he confessed why he loved her blew the doubts away like dust in the wind, warming her heart and causing it to feel too swollen with feelings she couldn’t yet voice to him.

Unable to give voice to those feelings, she shyly ducked her head, then lifted it again, deciding to steer their conversation back to a more practical topic.

“Shall we think of a business to start once the winter passes?” she asked. “I am willing to learn about anything to keep our family steady.”

“We don’t have to start any such business,” Rohan whispered softly, curving his arm around her waist and pulling her close against his chest in a warm, protective hug. “I’m glad you were willing to live with me even knowing I had nothing. Not many would do that, my love. But we don’t need to go through all that trouble to keep our family fed, because I already secured our fortune awhile ago.”

His words made Belle moved back from the hug to ask, “How did you do that?”

Rohan smiled. “I made a habit of staying awake at night when I learned about the upcoming war, sneaking out to bury my gold and fortunes in the forest not far from the mountainside. That’s how I secured them all.”

After what Angel had confessed and asked of him this evening, Rohan had gone out to take care of the tasks the boy had requested. While he was at it, he thought to check on his buried treasures. He had hidden gold and some land documents just in case they might one day need to leave Nightbrook urgently, and that had turned out to be exactly the situation they were now in. If he hadn’t buried those things, they would have started off with nothing but the cottage and the land around it.

The fortune he had hidden would not only be enough to provide his family with a comfortable life, but also keep them wealthy for a long time. Digging into the ground had taken longer than expected because of his back, but seeing that everything he had buried was still secure and safe brought him immense relief, not that anyone would be foolish enough to venture to that side of the mountain where he had hidden his treasures.

“So we are not going to be poor?” Belle asked, and Rohan nodded his head.

“We are not. And the moment my back heals completely, I will go to the village to hire men to build a comfortable house in the yard so we can move into it. It is much better to build another one than to expand this cottage, because we won’t have a place to stay if they begin to work on the cottage. So what do you think? Should we build a new house, or should we still stick to our plan of expanding?” he asked for her thoughts on it, because he wasn’t the only one who would live there, and whatever she chose mattered more than his own thoughts.

Belle, who had been willing to live in any condition with him even without remembering most of their past, considered his words. Though she liked the cottage and felt a strange, deep connection to it, building another house seemed more sensible than expanding and destroying the one that already held so much.

“Let’s build another house,” she said, and an unexpected excitement stirred inside her at the thought of building a new home from scratch, one they could decorate exactly the way they wanted. She could picture a dream house forming in her mind, and as if sensing her excitement, Rohan remarked,

“Everything will be just the way you want it to be. You can describe everything to me, and I will make a drawing for the builders to follow when they start working.” He saw her eyes brighten at his words and felt a quiet happiness settle in his chest as well.

“Can I really do that?” she asked.

“You can, and more. Anything for you, love.” He pressed his lips gently to the side of her mouth, and when she tilted her head slightly, their lips met fully. Rather than pulling back, Rohan deepened the kiss slowly, at first gentle and soft, like a breeze fanning over skin, but it gradually grew raw and hungry when she pressed her hand against his chest subconsciously and parted her lips.

Belle felt his leg draped over hers as he pulled her more tightly without breaking the contact of their mouths. And when she made a sound deep in her throat, a swift slew of possessiveness hit Rohan hard, and the feeling traveled to his groin. He claimed her mouth again, washing its interior with his tongue, holding her arms locked hard around his neck. He bit her lower lips. She bit back. He lifted a knee and pressed it high and hard between her legs. She opened them and squeezed his thigh. He circled her waist and held her, and she reached to hold him, but her hands touched his wounds, and that broke the moment.

Belle quickly pulled back, her sudden movement aggravating the wounds more than her touch had, and Rohan, aroused and unbothered by the hurting, bleeding wounds, reached out to pull her back to continue what they had started. But his wife, now conscious of his injuries, pressed her palm against his mouth, covering it and moving her head back to avoid his kiss.

“Let’s stop, your wounds are still fresh,” she whispered, looking into his eyes that didn’t bother to hide the hungry desire burning in them. Belle felt him lick her palm and nibble at her skin with his teeth, and she almost pulled her hand back from the ticklish sensation but didn’t. “Stop that. We can’t do whatever it is you’re thinking with your wounds still like that. I am really serious, Rohan. Stop trying to bite my hand, or I am going to bed and leaving you here to sleep alone.” She whispered the warning softly, and he immediately stopped nibbling her palm, going still and obedient beneath her touch.

Belle didn’t remove her hand from his mouth until she was certain he wouldn’t lean in again to kiss her, because she didn’t trust herself not to lose control and let him continue in that condition… especially with their children sleeping on the bed beside them. She couldn’t imagine letting him go on and then having Angel wake up to see them like that.

She slowly pulled back her fingers, and her hand brushed against his nipple on its way back down. His nipples were as hard as a pebble, and with a start, she wondered if men got hard like that too. Quickly, she slid her fingertips away from it, unsure if it was because he was aroused or if it was always that way. Her own breasts were puckered so tightly they hurt.