Chapter 408: Be careful
No squealing when she got wet. His wife smiled instead, a smile that actually reached her eyes this time, not halfway.
Her smile was so dear to him. The fact that she smiled with him made it even better.
Rohan pulled her all the way into the tub, onto his lap with its stiff erection, closing his arms around her and holding her close.
Belle leaned against him and decided that him being wet was a grand sight. His eyelashes were beaded with water, his hair a darker shade of blue with it. From behind his lashes, his dark eyes were almost like a mirror, his gaze heating her even in the cold water.
Water droplets glistened on his shoulders and beaded in the hollow of his throat, sliding over the lines of his chest.
He stroked her with his big hands through her wet petticoat, molding her waist, her back, and up under her breasts. His eyes were heavy with lack of proper rest, but his touch was sure and strong.
He cradled her face in his hands, thumbs moving along her jaw to tilt her head back. He kissed her lips, his tongue taking the water from them.
Belle lightly licked his cheekbone, liking the way her touch drew color across his tanned skin. He caught her mouth with his again, his kiss turning deeper, less playful, more needy and raw.
She was soaking wet, her petticoat clinging to her body, the thin lawn hiding nothing.
He slid his hands over her, cupping her breasts, her nipples tightening against his palms. He kissed her with slow deliberation, a man seeking comfort in his woman.
He was aroused, the blunt hardness of his cock a firm, throbbing line. Belle wriggled against it, liking the feel of it against her and wanting to feel it more.
"Naughty wife," Rohan rasped with a throaty laugh that sounded like a groan at her seductive action.
He skimmed his hands down her waist, tugging open her drawers and peeling them from her body. The drawers landed with a wet splat outside the tub.
There wasn’t room for Rohan to make love to her here in the tub. He kissed her again, licking the water from her lips, stroking into her mouth.
Belle rubbed her slippery hands from his shoulders to his back, pulling him closer for a harder kiss, for feeling him like this made her feel more alive than she had in weeks.
Rohan’s hands went everywhere, her thighs, buttocks, waist, breasts. He kissed her with longing, lips caressing and then commanding.
He was lifting her up, up, rising out of the tub with her. Water crashed from their bodies back into the bathtub and splashed all over the floor.
He pushed her last piece of clothing up and off, pulling her naked, wet body against his while they both breathed hard.
More kisses followed, Rohan lifting her higher against him, cradling her buttocks with one arm while he hungrily took her mouth. He locked her legs around his waist, the ridge of his arousal pressed firmly against her thigh, and stepped out of the tub, still kissing her, as he carried her around the screen into the bedroom.
The bed was only few strides away. Belle landed on her back ever so gently before he covered her, warm and wet.
He never stopped kissing her. He parted her legs, his strong hands rough against her damp skin, and entered her.
The bedsheets quickly became soaked as he moved inside her, his eyes darkening while he loved her as hungrily as he had kissed her.
Rohan came apart in tight, shuddering jerks, Belle’s cries breaking the air, soft and heartfelt. He kept loving her, his eyes growing heavy, until he was spent. Then he gathered her against his chest, their breaths mingling, and finally gave in to his exhaustion, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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After their return to Nightbrook, things became much better, as Belle began to act more like herself again, without Isabelle’s emotions controlling her or causing her to be absent from her family. Though there were times when her skin and body reacted, showing burned skin and flickering that reminded them of Isabelle and the connection, it disappeared within milliseconds.
Every night, she got to sleep only for a few hours, and even then, it was always light. Deep sleep was the reason she got teleported, and until they removed Isabelle from her soul, Rohan had kept a close watch to help her avoid the land of the dead as much as possible. He monitored her sleep at night.
But despite that, Belle didn’t allow it to ruin her days or her life. She tried to take control most of the time.
On the day Rohan was to report to the king, Belle was there to support him and help him dress for the meeting, while Angel was busy somewhere in the room, lying on his stomach as he tried to draw on a piece of parchment Rohan had given him earlier from the study, when they had gone there together.
Angel had recently taken an interest not only in drawing but also in trying to write down any words he saw on the walls with charcoal. Almost every corner of their chamber wall had little writings and stick-like drawings scattered across it. To stop him from ruining the entire wall, especially since he occasionally used his wings to fly higher to places his hands couldn’t reach, Rohan had taken him into his study, brought out a bunch of parchments, and showed him where he could take more if he ever needed them.
"You can use your wings, but only if Mama and Papa are around in the house. I’ll keep this where your hands can reach since you can walk steadily now on your feet. No more drawing on the walls, understand?" Rohan had said, handing him a sheet. Angel had eagerly taken it, nodding his head in excitement, remembering that the parchment was the same kind his father had once used to draw that day.
Even before they left the study room, the boy, who had grown a bit taller than he had been a month ago and was now steadier on his little feet, had already begun to write on the parchment out of excitement.
Now, in their room, Angel didn’t disturb his parents as he tried to draw them on the parchment while Belle helped Rohan with the buttons of his coat.
"Will you be meeting the king face to face?" she asked, standing on the tips of her toes to move his overgrown hair away from his forehead and smooth it back, making a mental note to help him trim it when she got the time, since the castle work was too much for only Rav and Evenly, whom she often helped every morning.
"Yes, I’ll be meeting him. But the Gaggers will also be present, as I’m not trusted enough with the king’s safety," he told her nonchalantly, bending down so she could smooth his hair properly.
Belle gave a nod as she wrapped her arms around his neck once she had his hair in a satisfactory position. "Be careful. You should come back before morning, because I won’t rest until I know you are back."
He leaned down and kissed her on the lips slowly, pulling her body tightly against his as he said, "Once I leave the palace, I plan to go on a witch hunt, because the sooner we find one, the sooner we can stop you from teleporting into the land of the dead ever again and break your connection with the deceased. Don’t wait for me or worry. Nothing will happen to me. Go to sleep and rest." He assured her with another peck on her lips, knowing his wife might not get any sleep and would likely decide to wait the night for him to return.
Their meeting was set at night because it was far more convenient for the royals to sleep during the day and be active at night.
Belle had been assured by her husband that nothing would happen at the meeting, but the reality of people and past experiences had already taught her not to trust or be at ease when it came to their enemies. As much as Aragonia was no longer a threat to her since she was no longer a spy, her husband was still bound by a blood contract with the vampire king, and that alone was enough to keep her on edge.
"Just be careful," Belle said with pursed lips as she leaned forward and kissed him again, wanting him to feel how much she wouldn’t like it if he came back harmed.
Rohan groaned into her kiss and quickly set her down before she made him lose control right there and then. When she gave him a teasing look, he responded with a playful swat on her bottom, squeezing one of her buttocks through her nightdress.
Belle yelped in surprise, but before she could turn to him, her husband had already begun to flee the room, calling out to their son, who hadn’t even noticed anything that had gone on between them.
"Don’t waste more of my parchment, Max. Ten is enough for a day. I love you, Isa!" He winked at his wife from the door and left, laughing at the glare she gave him for swatting her behind.
"I love you too," she muttered, shaking her head, amazed at how much her own mood could affect Rohan. She also hoped things would go well with his meeting with the vampire king, who was expecting the report of their visit to Aragonia.