Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 110: Lose herself to him

Chapter 110: Lose herself to him

[Long Chapter.]

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Ave made sure not to allow herself to physically react to Lucian’s brief touch on her hand until she was in the confined space of the place where Prince Aaron said his goodbye, he was called by his personal bodyguard who came to inform him that he was being summoned by his mother.

However, he didn’t leave until he took her hand, where she had spaced out at his side, and pressed his lips to her knuckle in the way a gentleman bids farewell to a lady. It was the same hand Lucian had touched, but his lips had no electrifying effect on her, unlike a certain someone’s little touch that had sent her pulse quickening with the rush of blood and a feeling she couldn’t quite place her fingers on.

She quickly pulled her hand away from Prince Aaron’s grip and composed herself enough to curtsy in the way she had seen the women do here. He left with his lion after that and disappeared behind a corner, leaving her alone at the entrance where she was glued to the spot like a mannequin, waiting to be carried away as her legs couldn’t seem to move on their own after what she felt in her body.

Ave slowly looked down at her palm where a tiny lingering warmth and the feeling of his grazing fingers still lingered. She frantically wiped it off on her dress and cursed herself for being stupid before she began to walk aimlessly around the corridors. She had no place in mind and kept walking to clear off the fog of forbidden thoughts in her head.

That damned Lucian—what did he think he was doing by touching her like that when he was with his future wife? Ave gritted her teeth in annoyance as she angrily stomped her feet. She decided to go and meet Thalia, as she recalled the Princess telling her about the rest of their dancing dresses that had been brought. She would better distract herself with them because she needed lots of distractions at this point.

Ave thought as she stopped in her tracks, finally realizing she had wandered off to a quiet part of the palace with no sounds of chatter and laughter from the guests. She was about to turn back and go back the way she had come from when suddenly, she felt someone’s grip on her wrist, and she was hurled into a corner, her back slamming against the wall of a pillar where the person’s hands flattened on either side of her head.

Ave didn’t even have to look to know who it was; his presence announced itself through that intoxicating scent. It was a blend of warm cedarwood, spiced leather, and a hint of fresh rain. The musk was deep, rich, yet not overpowering—just enough to stir something primal. Beneath it, there was a whisper of smoky sandalwood and the faint sweetness of amber, the kind of scent that lingered on her skin and anything he touched long after he was gone. It wrapped around her senses, pulling her in, making her pulse race with an undeniable, magnetic pull.

"What are you doing here?" She mumbled in confusion. Wasn’t he just outside with Madeline? How did he reach here? She wondered while her eyes darted away from his nervously. Why was she nervous? That she didn’t know.

She slowly lifted her head to meet his burning gaze that bore down at her with such intensity that made her pulse quicken along with her heart. He didn’t answer her question and instead, his eyelids lowered slightly as he looked down at the dress she wore where the neckline was low and exposed the swell of her breasts, which she had used her hair to cover this morning, but it had now moved away. When he looked down at the swell of her bosom, she felt the obvious quiver of his breath and his sharp inhale.

A slow, spreading warmth bloomed deep in her body, radiating outward like heat from a fire that made her flush to the root of her head. Though he didn’t even touch her, his eyes lowered on the swell of her breasts were no different from being touched. She could feel a subtle ache in her nipples as they tingled and then hardened, then like blooming flowers, gooseflesh broke through her skin and caused her to shiver slightly, not because she was cold, but because his eyes made her feel so exposed and vulnerable before him.

Lucian could barely contain himself at the sight of her in the golden dress he had noticed this morning. Now, standing close to her, he could see how it clung to and emphasized every curve of her figure. It took all his restraint not to reach out and touch her where his fingers ached to trace and adore.

His gaze slowly went back upward and lingered on her slender exposed neck, where he noticed her throat frantically moving up and down as if she were nervous. His gaze traced the curve of her pink lips, temptingly soft and glistening. The sight of her caused his muscles to tense up before he felt heat roar inside him like the smoke of a volcano. He felt his loins clench before they hardened in a way he had no control over, making his thoughts muddy and making him a bit mad, at himself though, not at the woman tempting him unintentionally.

He was rarely turned on by any woman; he couldn’t even remember the last time he had such a reaction to anyone. Not even Selene had driven him half as crazy as this woman did. His starved body craved her, both physically and emotionally. He didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t help his desire to always have her near.

His gaze flicked back up to meet her blue eyes, a quiet desire smoldering beneath the surface as he longed to touch her, to have his fingers trace her breast and have her back against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her with everything in him until he pleased her and she moaned his name and begged for more.

Lucian groaned and closed his eyes to control the train of his unholy thoughts. And when he opened his eyes, they flew up to the rose tucked on the side of her hair.

Ave, who was completely vulnerable in front of Lucian for no reason, couldn’t help the reaction of her body to his nearness. The quickening of her pulse and the pounding of her heart against her ribs like drums.

However, when she noticed his eyes had flicked towards her hair, she composed herself enough to want to tell him to step away before someone saw them. But to her surprise, his expression darkened before she could say anything, and he reached out his hand and tugged away the rose tucked in her hair.

"What are you doing?" She managed to ask as she watched him fling the rose to the floor like it had offended him in some way, and then he crushed the beautiful flower beneath his shoe until it was ruined. Then he looked up to meet her shocked eyes.

Ave felt her body tense up as he suddenly lifted his hand and used his finger to slowly and deliberately move a few strands of hair that had come down her face when he tugged at the rose. He then delicately tucked them back behind her ear, his fingers making their way slowly down her cheeks and causing her to freeze in place.

His fingertips grazed her skin, sending a shiver through her as they moved down her neck and made delicate patterns before she heard his breath hitch when he stopped on the swell of her breasts. Without taking off his finger, he glanced up at her face,

"The rose is ugly. You shouldn’t take ugly things from men nor should you walk that close to them, it’s unacceptable, fierce kitten. It makes me mad and makes me want to rip their throat out," his voice dropped to a low, rough whisper, as though the weight of his emotions strained every word. The seriousness of his words sent her knees going weak and her heart trembling in a way she had no control over.

Not to mention the way he said "rip off their throat" sounded like something he could do. If she hadn’t witnessed him cut off a man’s hand in the market, she would have doubted it. She wasn’t his wife to begin with, and the way he was acting made her question why he cared who she was around when she was nothing to him. But for some reasons, she didn’t even want to know why he had said those words.

"I...I... don’t see why I shouldn’t take things from him. The rose was beautiful until you stepped on it. Move away, I have somewhere to be," she tried to compose herself, raising her hands to push at his chest so he would move back and let her breathe freely. But to her astonishment, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands down on his chest, his eyes still locked on hers.

"It seems you will not listen to me obediently until I punish you, not just for wearing a dress like this but for taking things from people unworthy of your glance," he breathed as he moved dangerously close to her, and Ave would have stepped back if her back wasn’t already against the wall.

"Wh-what punishment? I haven’t done anything wrong," she stammered nervously, her eyes blinking frantically in fear of what he might do to her in a quiet corridor like this.

"You’ve done everything wrong, my dear. Not only for standing there and letting a fool like that prince put a rose in your hair, but for tempting me with this dress." He breathed thickly, his warm breath falling on the skin close to her ear as he leaned down to her neck, causing her to stiffen, but she didn’t push him away.

Lucian Inhaled her scent and closed his eyes to savor the feeling of her body now pressed dangerously against his, he could feel her rounded breast squarely against his front. He could hear the fast beating of her heart, could feel the rush of blood flowing in her veins and how her heart pumped more.

That was enough to make his throat go dry with a strong urge to have her blood.

Unable to stop himself or control his urges, he softly closed his teeth around the tender flesh on her neck and felt her jump, her breath hitching.

"P-please, don’t bite me. I don’t want to be a vampire..." she cried out anxiously, causing him to stop as he could hear the fear in her voice. Instead of taking a small bite to draw a little blood like he intended, he sucked on her skin instead. At the same time, his arm found its way around her slim waist, grasping her firmly and pulling her unbearably closer to his aroused body until there was no gap between them, and he felt her hand resting on his shoulders as her breath turned as ragged as his was.

Ave knew common sense would be for her to push him away and end whatever he was doing to her, but at this moment, where she had even forgotten her own name, she couldn’t think of anything but what his mouth was doing to her and how his hand was gripping her so tightly to his front she could feel the unmistakable hard poking of his erection against her stomach.

A fluttering excitement stirred low in her stomach, delicate yet insistent, making her body tense up in anticipation of something she herself had no idea about.

His warm and wet mouth sucked on her neck, and then she felt him bite her—not the kind of bite that would draw blood, but the kind she knew would leave her skin bruised. She tightened her fingers against his shirt as she bit down hard on her lower lip to stop herself from making any sounds, her eyes shut so tight as she felt his teeth and mouth move slowly lower on her neck.

If he wasn’t holding on to her like he was now, she was certain her knees would have given way beneath her, and she would have lost her balance. ’Ave, think,’ she scolded herself. ’Stop him,’ she told herself, but she didn’t make any attempt to put an end to this, to something her body was enjoying, but she wasn’t supposed to.

She felt his lips close in around the skin of the swell of her left breast, and the moan she had been biting back slipped out of her mouth. He sucked on the skin before lightly biting into the tender flesh. She heard him groan as he tightened his hold around her body.

"I want to bite you so bad. I want to join myself with you so hard and hear my name from your lips as I thrust into you, Aveline. What are you doing to me? You’re driving me mad, so mad I want to lay with you right here, right now," his voice rumbled in his chest, deep and guttural, as if struggling to contain the intensity of his desires. He began to kiss her skin, but if his words weren’t enough to snap Ave back to her senses, the grazing of something sharp in his mouth was enough to make her eyes fly open, and her hands pushed at his chest.

"L-Lucian, stop it," she said shakily, her voice trembling, barely a whisper as her own desire made her breath falter. But her senses were slowly coming back to her, enough to know that she shouldn’t be doing this or allowing him to cross more boundaries and welcome him into her sealed heart, where she could feel the walls cracking slowly with every second and minute she spent with him.

When he didn’t move back and kept kissing and sucking on her skin, Ave pushed him back with all of her strength. "I said stop it, LUCIAN! Please!" she cried, and like he was struck by lightning, his head moved back so quickly as if he had been kicked by an invisible force.

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