Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-Chapter 197: Don’t want to miss the chance

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Chapter 197: Don’t want to miss the chance

"There is," he murmured, his voice rough and low. "It won’t stop hurting unless you kiss it."

She gave him a narrow-eyed look, even as his arms slid around her waist and pulled her on top of him completely until she was straddling his torso fully. She gasped, caught off guard by the sudden shift, but made no attempt to move away. In fact, she adjusted her knees for balance, settling against him more securely.

"Stop being silly," she said, though her voice had softened. "I didn’t hit your nose hard enough to hurt it. Even if I did, what were you trying to do hovering over me like that while I slept?" She arched an accusing brow at him.

"I was admiring my beautiful, sleeping wife. Now kiss it so it can stop hurting. Please." His eyes twinkled with mischief and something deeper that made her breath come out in a shallow little gasp.

She shook her head, chuckling in amused enjoyment of having her husband’s company early in the morning, after months of waking up without him, without his teasing mischief. It felt utterly good and yet somewhat unreal, and she didn’t deny him what he requested.

Leaning down slowly, she pressed a tender little kiss to the tip of his long, regal nose.

She pulled back. "Is that enough?"

"No," he murmured, voice thick. "This is enough."

Before she could speak, he slid a hand behind her head and brought her lips down to his, kissing her with raw, sudden intensity, fierce and consuming, like he’d been holding back for long. It stole the breath from her lungs before he slowly pulled away, his lips brushing against hers as he whispered:

"Now the pain is gone. Happy birthday, my lovely wife."

He had been hovering over her, waiting for the moment she would wake up so he could whisper those words into her ears like a lover, but that hadn’t worked and he’d received an unexpected blow to the face, which in return he had stolen a kiss.

He watched as she stared down at him in surprise, and then different kinds of emotions moved across her face. She seemed at a loss for words, as if she couldn’t believe he had just wished her a happy birthday—the day an angel like her was brought into this world. To him, she was his angel, and he was her demon. They complemented each other so well, he couldn’t imagine their lives without one another.

"I heard someone say couples last longer when they wish each other first," he added, touching his hand to her flushed cheek. "I didn’t want to miss that chance, so I waited to do it first." freёnovelkiss-com

Belle’s eyes burned with tears. She stared down at him, stunned and deeply moved. If only he knew that apart from him, no one had wished her a happy birthday in eighteen years after the day she had parted from him in that cave. And even if he missed the chance of wishing her a birthday this morning, no one else would have—but what surprised her the most was that—

"You heard that too..." she whispered, her voice cracking, as she had only told him about her birthday that day to get him to wake up fast. She had not thought he had heard all her words.

"Thank you," she whispered shakily. Though it was only a small thing as wishing her a birthday, it meant the world to her that he did not forget and that he had wished her. Many years on this day, she would stand outside the door of her chamber in the Dawson house, waiting—hoping in her heart that at least one person from all the many servants and people, even her parents, would come to pat her head and pray for having her, and wish her on such special day.

But for the past eighteen years that followed that incident, it was like she was forgotten and her birthday no longer meant anything to the family who prioritized every single person’s birthday in the family and made sure to hold a grand celebration. She would watch Eve get everything she wanted on the day of hers while she worked as the drink server for the guests.

Having someone finally say that word to her after so many years meant more than anything to her.

Through blurry eyes, she saw him raise his hand to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. His palm cupped her cheek gently, his thumb stroking along the soft skin.

"Don’t do that," he said tenderly. "No crying, no tears, my wife. I didn’t wish you a happy birthday to see you cry. Smile for me. Please."

He brushed away the first tear that slipped from her lashes, his touch reverent.

She bit her lip, then let out a laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her heart overflowing with emotions that had no name. But one thing was for certain—she loved this man for this same attentiveness he showed her, something even James had lacked because he had a busy lifestyle where his days were mostly consumed with work, and he wished her a happy birthday only when it was too late.

"Today is your day, Isa," he said with quiet certainty and in a low voice. "Ask me for anything and everything, and your wish will be granted."

She hesitated. "Anything?" she asked softly, watching him nod his head as he cupped her delicate neck in his hand, his thumb gently rubbing against the steady beat of her pulse and the warmth of her skin.

"Why didn’t you wake me up last night when you came back in and I was asleep?" she asked with a small pout. She didn’t have anything to ask of him that he hadn’t already given her. He had given her jewelries and a house, and many more little things she hadn’t expected to be given by someone like him.

Just him wishing her was enough as a birthday gift.

Rohan had expected that his little wife wasn’t going to ask him for an expensive gift on her special day, which was why he had prepared to take her out today. But he had just asked to know what she wanted—and he hadn’t expected her to ask him this question.

"Wake you up? Why would I do that?" he said with a glint in his midnight eyes. "You were sleeping so soundly, only a heartless bastard would disturb that. And thanks to someone, this man isn’t heartless anymore. I have a heart now, Isa," he mused, his voice dipping with playful affection.

Then he narrowed his eyes at her, something in her words suddenly dawning on him.

"You wanted me to wake you up? Why?" he asked, his expression shifting into a mischievous grin as he caught the sudden rush of color blooming across her cheeks and neck. She blinked rapidly, clearly flustered.

"Nothing," she said quickly, her voice slightly too high as she tried to move away from her straddling position, an obvious attempt to escape having to answer that question.

"Not a chance, little bunny. Not until you tell me why you expected me to wake you up," he smirked, pulling her back onto the bed, then swiftly shifting their position so she was lying on her back and he was now on top of her, his body pressed perfectly against hers, in the same way a man lay on a woman when they made love, causing her to flush deeper in mild embarrassment.

"Nothing—" she began to say, brushing off his question, but her words were abruptly cut off with a gasp. "Rohan!" she cried out, startled, as the shameless man atop her suddenly bent his head and, with no warning, caught her hardened nipple, already sensitive through the thin fabric of her nightdress, into his mouth.

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