Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 122: "I want to kiss you."

Chapter 122: "I want to kiss you."

These thoughts were still going through her mind when she heard him question, "What are you doing in the library?"

Ave’s eyes snapped up at him at the same time she saw his gaze slowly shifting towards the book she had dropped earlier. Though she had no idea what the book was and whether it was the one she was looking for, she didn’t want him to see it. Thus, to distract him, she moved closer to him, completely blocking his view of the book as she plastered a smile on her face and said,

"I... I came here to look for the novels Princess Thalia said she’d given to you!" she said almost quickly, recalling that the princess had mentioned she’d brought her the novels she’d asked for that day, and Zane had taken them to the library. She began to slowly edge away from the direction where she’d dropped the book and made her way to the side Lucian had walked out of, and to her relief, he was following behind her.

"I was bored and a bit lonely in the main palace since everyone seems busy with preparing for tomorrow, so I came here to look for the novels," she added as she came to a stop in front of a desk, faking a sad expression and forcing her eyes to look larger and appear pitiful as she glanced up at him. She was an actress, after all; she could put on an act to distract him from that book, which she’d go back to pick up after he’d left.

However, she didn’t expect her act to work to the point that he believed she was lonely and bored. His trademark indifferent expression took a drastic change and looked remorseful as he crossed the distance between them before she could react. He glanced down at her as he raised his hand and moved a few strands of hair behind her ear, his finger grazing her cheek in the process.

"As a deposed wife, it’s only normal that no one will pay attention to you, and... I am sorry for that," he apologized, his voice deep and quiet, almost a growl in his throat as his gaze locked on hers. His hand, which he’d used to tuck her hair back, slowly went down and cupped her right cheek, his cold palm making her shiver slightly and sending a signal to her heart that made it lose control and begin to slowly pick up its beat.

She was at a loss for words as she hadn’t really meant those words she’d spoken about feeling lonely in the main palace. She had come here to find a book that would help return her to her time, and to avoid making him suspicious that she intended to use magic, she had lied. But the way he was staring down at her with remorse and another emotion she couldn’t pinpoint, Ave had no idea how to react to his apology.

She felt his thumb caress her cheek before his other hand slowly found its way to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her breathing turned shallow at their sudden close proximity as she instinctively placed her hands against his chest to make sure she didn’t completely clash into him.

As Lucian pulled her to him, he noticed how her eyes widened and how her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but decided against it as she looked up at him. Her large blue eyes appeared like the clear summer sky, and the way she was looking at him and how he could feel her heartbeat mixed with her scent made it hard for him to control himself.

He had meant to console her, something he was bad at, when she said she was lonely. But at this moment, when he’d made the mistake of pulling her to him and how her chest rose with every breath she took, causing her breasts to push upwards and down again, it made his loins clench with desire and sent heat surging through his entire body, clouding his brain from thinking rationally.

Common sense — not to do anything that would torment him or push her further away — flew out the window, and his brain began to work with the lust and the desire to possess her. He knew, despite what she said, she was as attracted to him as he was to her with the way she responded to him. But he had decided not to cross the lines again. Yet right now, the voice of the devil on his shoulder was louder than that of the angel.

And the devil on his shoulder was whispering for him to kiss her and touch her in ways he had always imagined. He urged him to push her against the wall and wrap her legs around his waist as he’d thrust deeper and harder into her until she lost her voice from calling his name, while the other voice was almost nonexistent, he didn’t want to be discouraged from what he intended to do now.

Lucian’s gaze slowly trailed down from her eyes to her lips, and Ave, who had been looking at him in alarm, didn’t miss that. She cursed under her breath, knowing what was coming next, and was going to push away from him when she felt his hand go under her chin and bring it up before he slowly leaned down.

"I want to kiss you, Aveline." His words came out in a deep whisper and he didn’t give her the chance to even approve or decline.

Ave froze in place as his lips softly brushed against hers — soft and warm, lingering in a tender moment that made her heart quicken. It was a gentle kiss, almost hesitant, as if savoring every second of the contact, their breath mingling in the quiet closeness.

Ave knew she could push him away as he seemed to be giving her the chance with the way his lips stayed against hers without moving, lingering there only. But the frantic beating of her heart in her ears, the heat rushing to her neck, and the curiosity to find out more about the foreign feelings in her body made her stay still. Her hands, which had been pushing against his chest, moved and rested on each of his shoulders, and that was enough for Lucian to know that she wasn’t against the kiss.

She felt his lips move as he first nibbled on her lower lip and then sucked on the upper one before he covered them both with his mouth. His arms tightened around her waist, drawing her closer to the contour of his hardened body.

And then he deepened the kiss. Ave lost control when he tilted his head to the side to fit their mouths together properly. He nibbled and sucked on her lips, switching from the upper to the lower in a slow, sensual way that left her breathless. Using his tongue to lick the contour of her lips before poking the middle, he sought entrance, and when she made the mistake of parting and granting him that entrance...

He didn’t kiss her—he took her. His tongue plunged into her mouth and explored every inch of her, and she heard him groan at the back of his throat as his arm brought her even closer, crushing their bodies unbelievably close without any gap between them.

Ave hurriedly tried to pull back as she thought this was too much for her inexperienced and fragile senses, but the moment she managed to pull her head back an inch, she was met with his darkened eyes that looked savagely scary and wild. Before she could let out a gasp, his mouth found hers again.

His mouth slanted over hers in a brutal, possessive kiss that made her knees weak. She felt his desperation in the way he claimed her lips, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of letting go. His grip on her waist was firm, almost punishing, as if daring her to pull away again. But she couldn’t; the way he kissed her called to something deep inside her, leaving her breathless and wanting more than she knew, yearning for him to touch her in ways she had no idea about.

Her body burned for his attention, and though she could feel the ache, she didn’t know why and how this feeling was possible—the feeling of wanting to be touched even though she knew it wasn’t a good idea. She felt his hand slide up her throat, a bit rough and possessive, his thumb tilting her chin just enough for him to ravish her mouth with more intensity.

Ave knew she shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave the way his lips pressed against hers with dark, carnal hunger. But she did. She should pull away, said the faint voice in her head, but the louder voice screamed for her to stay still and let the experience lead her to where her body begged to be. Something inside her begged for more, craved for more, and she let out a low moan as she subconsciously pressed her body against his in a way that made Lucian smile against her mouth.

When she slid her arms around his neck, accepting his kiss and trying to return it, though she was a bit inexperienced, Lucian plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth, his head moving back and forth as he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth in the same way he desired to do with in another part.

His hand moved up her body, then with a skillful movement, he undid the strings of her dress at the front and parted the fabric. Then he slipped his hand inside the parted fabric of her blouse to lift and mold a breast, causing her to gasp in shock and what seemed to be embarrassment as she quickly tried to pull away and remove his hand from inside her blouse, but Lucian didn’t allow her. He moved back a little just to whisper against her lips,

"Be good, and don’t try to move," he breathed. "You are going to enjoy this, trust me, and if you don’t, you can always tell me to stop." He crushed his lips back against hers, and if her silent moan wasn’t an indication that she liked the way his hand was kneading her breast, her leaning forward was enough to encourage him to continue.

Lucian continued to knead and cradle her breast, and the heavy weight of it, the way her nipple hardened beneath his fingers, made the ache in his loins grow hotter and he cursed in his head.

"Aveline," he whispered, his tongue moving deeper, more boldly, willing hers to return his skillful invasion. For a moment, she did, and his hand worked its magic on a full ripe breast, causing a bolt of heat to gather and explode at her core, the feeling in her lower abdomen making it hard to ignore. She could feel the uncomfortable wetness there that made her frown against his kiss.

Then she pulled away, breathless and flushed with embarrassment as she didn’t understand this foreign feeling she felt. Was it coming from her or from the body? Regardless, she glanced up at the man before her, and the color on her face deepened at the intensity in his eyes and how he was gazing at her.

"W-we should stop," she muttered, breathing almost as heavily as he was. Her body didn’t want her to put an end to this, but common sense was slowly returning to her brain, only to fly out the window when he leaned forward again.

"Not yet, my fierce kitten," he said and started to kiss her again. He used every skill he had ever known, every trick of passion to make her return his kiss and continued from where they had stopped, only this time, Lucian’s lips trailed away from hers and kissed and nibbled his way down to her chin and then neck. He sucked the tender skin of her neck and gently bit down on it while his hands found their way back into her dress to attend to the other breast.

Ave was a mess, her mind was clouded to the point where she didn’t know when his mouth made its way to her breast until she felt his warm, wet mouth close around her hardened buds, and she shuddered before she let out a moan. He backed her against the desk, his head leaned down on her breast, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep the sound in her throat from escaping as he sucked and nibbled her breast through the thin cloth of her inner chemise.

Unable to hold on, she grabbed at his hair and threw her head back as his wicked mouth sucked her breast, moving from the left to the right. She heard him groan, "Fuck, Aveline, you are delicious!" He used the same curse word he had warned her against, and if she wasn’t so lost in whatever he was doing to her, she would have laughed or even chided him the way he did to her.

Before Ave knew it, she was sitting on the desk behind her, and he had moved to stand between her parted legs where her dress had moved up her thigh—not by accident but by him. She felt his teeth bite down on her breast, not hard enough to break her skin but hard enough to make her let out a small cry.

"L-Lucian, you can’t...!" she cried out when she finally registered his hand skillfully slipping into her dress, inching closer to her private part, to the place where it ached and burned. But he pulled away from her breast and glanced at her with his burning eyes, "I want to make you feel better, just relax and allow me," he whispered and pecked her lips, and Ave bit down hard on her inside cheek as she knew she was allowing this to go too far.

However, right at that moment when she had relaxed and allowed him to touch her down there, they heard a loud scream come from outside. Then, not long after, the library door was slammed open with someone entering.

"Your Highness!" came Zane’s voice, but before he could reach the desk, Lucian had swiftly taken off his coat and draped it over Ave’s body, before covering her with his large frame at the same time Zane walked to their side.

Zane stopped short in his tracks as he sensed the strange air in this part of the library, not to mention the way the second prince was glaring daggers at him. If looks could kill, Zane would have been dead and buried thirty feet underground. What did he do now to receive such looks? He wondered silently.

Ave, on the other hand, hid herself behind the large frame of the man blocking her while she cried in her head in embarrassment. She wished the ground would open and swallow her up! When did she become a slut to be caught in the library with a man doing unholy activities, just like when girls were caught making out in high school libraries?!

If it was possible, Ave would have chosen to disappear right at this moment. She heard Lucian’s irritated voice demand from Zane, "What is it? If you came here for a lame reason, then get ready to lose a limb, Zane."

Right at that moment, they heard a scream from outside again, and Zane innocently gestured towards the door he had come from as he seemed to realize he had interrupted something between the two. "You should come out, Heaven has gone crazy and is chasing the young Princess, Princess Isolde."

"What the hell is she doing in my palace?" he demanded coolly, causing Ave to bite her tongue as she was the one to bring the girl and had completely forgotten about her outside. How was she being chased by Lucian’s depressed horse when she’d said she’d sit inside the carriage?!