Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel 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.

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