Married To The Mad Vampire Lord - Chapter 532

Chapter 532: Sneaking out together_Part 3
“Isa,” he breathed, his lips skimming hers, “you are so warm, so soft here,” he gently squeezed the resilient flesh; “so hard here,” he took the firmly aroused nipple to stroke it gently, rolling it between his fingers rapturously. “How I have waited.”

She lay with her mouth a mere inch away from his, feeling his words on her skin, finding no answer but to lie beneath his touch while he relearned the beauty of her body.

He gazed at her with awe, drinking in the sheer perfection of what she offered him.

Within Belle, incredulous feelings stirred at the sensations he aroused in her. So when he gently soothed her gown from her shoulders, a current of impatience and longing already flowed between them, even before their bodies fully joined.

He touched her hair, her shoulder, took her hand from behind him and kissed its palm, then pressed her back into the pillows.

Then he leaned to do what he’d thought of for so long after she returned to him; he kissed her breasts and ran his tongue against the hardened buds, stunning Belle with sensations that gushed through her. Warm, wet, hungry tongue swooped, swept, stroked, and sucked.

A fierce craving surged through Belle as his lips tugged at her breast. She felt a physical hunger that made her ache for cool, flowing water, and beneath it, an emotional hunger that stirred vivid images of warm, quivering flesh.

Her body responded on its own, pressing back, arching against him, hands threading through his hair. Every tug of his mouth, every movement of his tongue, ignited fire along her nerves. He groaned softly at the feel of her fingers, and that sound sent shivers cascading through her.

Her ribs rose, her back arched, and she surrendered to the ache building inside her. She couldn’t stop the way her body reacted, couldn’t hold back the longing that had been simmering for days.

Her hands tugged at him impatiently, then cupped his cheeks, tracing the hollows to feel the full heat of his mouth on her nipple. His hungry, sucking mouth and the wet sounds it made sent a moan rising to her throat, but she bit it back to keep the children asleep. She felt sated yet craving more, filled yet hungry, every nerve taut with need and anticipation.

His lips moved over her body, and Belle melted into the slow, teasing pace he set. Beneath his lips, he felt her stretching like a cat as he touched the hollow between her ribs. His hands stroked the curve of her waist.

As if compelled by some unspoken magic, she lifted her arms above her head, arching her back further, presenting herself to him in a languid, heated invitation he had not expected. Her hips pressed up, warm and yielding, the soft hollows beneath his palm inviting him closer.

Slowly, fluidly, he slid his body beside hers, finding her lips again. She lowered her arms, circling them around his shoulders to pull him closer, deepening the contact between them.

“Rohan,” she murmured, lying in wait until at last he found and touched her where she ached the most for him, where his fingers slid and rubbed her damp folds of warmth.

“Oh, Isa,” his voice came raspy, his mouth buried between the pillow and her ear. “I cannot wait anymore.” His arousal had reached a limit he could no longer hold back, and her reaction to his touch was driving him crazier than anything else.

“Then don’t hold back…” she breathed.

He covered her with the length of his own body, thinking, Isabelle, Isabelle, whispering her name over and over again like a prayer.

His hips thrust against her of their own accord, bringing a rustle to the bed that resounded in the silent room. Fiercely, he cupped the back of her neck, pulling her ear roughly against his throaty whisper.

“Isa, let’s go outside… please.” He bent his ear to her lips again. “I don’t want us to be interrupted.”

“Yes,” she whispered huskily.

And he was out of the bed, finding his discarded clothing in the dim room while she thrust her trembling arms back into sleeves, fastened buttons, and felt Rohan’s hand reaching to pull her from the bed.

At the sound of their departure, Angel’s sleepy voice came from the floor.

“Papa, is that you?”

“Yes. Your mother and I. We want to talk for a while, so we are going for a walk outside. Go back to sleep, Max.”

Angel nodded and dropped his head back onto his pillow, falling back asleep immediately.

They walked carefully out of the room, down the steps, and out into the cold night, latching the door behind them. Their limbs quivered with each step as they onto each other like teenage lovers sneaking out into the night to spend time together.

The liquid moon fell upon the snow-covered ground and their heads like rich cream while they walked in disciplined slowness, toward the new barn the workers Rohan had hired had built but had not yet transferred the animals into.

Belle shivered in the cold of the night and felt a tug at her arm. She looked up to find Rohan’s face and hair alight with moonlight, the seam of his lips etched in shadow.

He paused and swept an arm around her shoulders, pulling the blanket he had grabbed from the bed around them both. Her arms naturally curled around his broad neck, gripping him tightly as he lifted her swiftly off the ground into his arms, his hands holding her thighs and her dress riding up, causing her to chuckle softly.

Her body pressed closely against his chest, her legs dangling around his hips as he held her steadily. The open, hastily donned shirt hung between them, leaving the heat of his skin just barely covered. She buried her hands into the back of it, tracing the firm muscles of his shoulders and upper back, feeling the strength beneath her fingers. He pressed his lips to her throat, coaxing a shiver from her, making her arch backward into him, lifting her head to catch the pale glow of the winter moon, while his lips, teeth, and tongue traced along her neck, nibbling, kissing, and teasing.

“Are you comfortable with us doing it in the barn?” he asked, his voice low, as he still held her aloft. Her curves and the planes of her body were flush against him.

As much as he wanted to make love to her on their bed, it was impossible to do so without waking their children, who had the sharp hearing of demons. It was understandable if it were Roseline, as she wouldn’t understand what her parents were doing, but for their son, who was older and smarter, it was another matter.

He had been dying to make love to her and knew he couldn’t wait any longer; he would do it anywhere as long as she was comfortable. The new barn was the only private place available, a space just for them, with hay stored there for the horses for the winter.

Belle, who didn’t care where they made love, silenced him with a kiss, her hands sliding over his back, and finally, he eased her down carefully to the floor, keeping her pressed close against him.

Her toes touched snow, then she and Rohan were running toward the barn with hands joined and the blanket flaring behind them.

He tugged her hand in the hay-scented dark, showing her the way. She heard the flip of the blanket, the vague rushing sound of it settling upon the hay.

She reached for the buttons of her nightgown to take off her dress, but his hands came seeking, stopping hers, taking her wrists in his grasp. Gently, he forced them down to her sides, then his fingers plied her buttons.

“This is my job,” he said, smiling.