Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 152: Coaxing

Chapter 152: Coaxing

As the search for the two missing guests was going on in the inner part of the palace and had yet to reach the side where two individuals laid inside one of the guest rooms, completely unaware of what was happening and still far deep asleep despite it being morning.

Ave was the first to wake up, but something about her mattress felt strange. She knew that the mattresses in this era were weird and somewhat firm, but she hadn’t slept on any this strong and uneven.

Without opening her eyes as she could feel her head banging like a hammer was driving a nail into her skull, she frowned deeply and used her hand to feel the mattress, only for her fingers to come into contact with something warm that felt like flesh. Her frown deepened as she touched from what seemed to be a collarbone to a firm, solid chest and then a taut male nipple, making her eyes immediately fly open as she impulsively tried to move, but an iron-like grip around her waist kept her from moving away.

At first, Ave was alarmed that she was laying atop a man who seemed to be half-naked, and from how comfortable she felt in what she wore, she could tell she wasn’t wearing the red dress from last night and had been taken advantage of. Before she realized from the familiar scent that it wasn’t just any man but the second prince, whom she had no memories of meeting last night after their dance on the stage, but now found herself laying on him, straddling his hips while his strong arms were wrapped around her with her head on his chest and hands flattened against his chiseled biceps that hummed with strength.

Their position was so inappropriate and intimate that it made her stomach stir with a heat she had begun to grow accustomed to whenever she was close to Lucian. She tried to move away from him but only ended up moving lower, where she felt his morning glory graze against her sensitive inner thigh. She froze as she felt a muscle throb and tingle in her lower abdomen. She’d never known waking up in a man’s arms like this to be this thrilling and stirring.

His erection poked at her in a way she dared not move too much, unless she wanted to stir up more feelings in her body. Whenever it came to Lucian, she was no longer in control of this body, and that always annoyed her. It always felt so good to have his erection poke her in places she could have never imagined she’d allow any man close to. She always wanted something she knew in the back of her mind was impure and unlike herself, and that made her mad, especially when she lost control over her body.

She tried to recall how she had ended up in bed with him and in such condition and position, but her brain was foggy and her head was hurting. She couldn’t recall meeting him last night after they finished dancing on stage. And the fact that they hadn’t been on speaking terms before this, but he still dared to hold her so tightly where the warmth of him, so close, radiated a kind of ruggedness that wrapped around her like a shield, made her grit her teeth. She lifted her head to yell into his face to wake him up.

However, she stopped short in her attempt to yell, her parted lips closing again as she was met with his peaceful-looking sleeping expression, which looked so relaxed, so handsome she couldn’t bring herself to wake him up with loud yelling.

His lips, usually set in a firm line, were now relaxed and slightly parted, giving him a gentleness she wasn’t used to seeing. And the gentle rise and fall of his chest, pressed against hers, made his straight nose seem all the more peaceful. Then she trailed her eyes up to his, where his dark thick lashes rested softly against his high cheekbones. His sleeping features gave him a serene, almost boyish look that made her heart swell with a sudden emotion she couldn’t pinpoint.

She felt her throat burn as she tried to scold herself from marveling over the face of a man she could never have, nor did she want to have. He was someone else’s, and he was as good-looking as sin. Recalling how and what he’d said last night that hurt her, not to mention how she had ended up lying in bed with him, she pursed her lips and angrily slammed his chest to wake him up. His eyes immediately flew open in such alarm that the first thing he did was to tighten his hold around her and turn her onto her side, as if to protect her from whatever demons had hit him in his sleep.

"Are you all right?" he questioned her with his deep husky morning voice that vibrated against her chest where he still held her to his front, despite the fact that he’d turned her to the side. His smoldering gaze was intense and protective as it bored into hers, causing her heart rate to slowly begin to increase, misbehaving as it usually did whenever she met those burning eyes.

Ave had to clear her throat to rid herself of the thick fog in her throat before she pursed her lips and glared at him. "Let go of me, you bastard!" she gritted as she tried to pull away from him to get a hold of herself and her emotions. However, she stopped short when she noticed his amber eyes darken as they narrowed dangerously down at her, his features hardening as he warned.

"Don’t call me that again," his voice was low and calm, but there was nothing calm about him when she called him a bastard. A name he had been called by many before for being the cursed prince. He had always taken such a word personally, and hearing Ave say it struck a chord in him that made him angry. She could call him a jerk and an asshole, and whatever else she had been calling him, but ’bastard’ was something he could never tolerate, not from her at least.

Ave, however, was too mad to care about his warning when he wasn’t releasing her when she demanded to be released from his grip. Scoffing at his face, she said, "Bastard! You are a jerk and an asshole for taking advantage of—Ah!" She didn’t get to finish her words before Lucian flipped their position and positioned her under him, where he straddled her and pulled her hands up above her head, pinning them down on the pillow on either side of her head before he leaned down and crushed his lips roughly against hers.

There was nothing tender in the way he kissed her at that moment for the words she’d spoken when he’d warned her not to. His mouth was harsh and demanding against hers, forcing her to feel the weight of the anger her words had caused in him. It was a kiss meant to punish with unforgiving dominance. And Ave whimpered and struggled beneath him as she tried to push him off her and slap his face until she’d make sure she left a print on his handsome face.

She pressed her lips together when he tried to make her part them for his tongue, as she tried to pull her hands out of his grip. Ave would have enjoyed the kiss like she usually did whenever he kissed her if he wasn’t being so forceful and unyielding to the point that she began to have flashes of memories when she was helpless to James Eamon’s molestation and how he’d gripped her wrist to force her to do things she wasn’t comfortable doing. She hated being forced into doing things.

Ave went limp underneath Lucian and stopped struggling. She allowed him to roughly kiss her in a way she knew would probably bruise her lips. She didn’t make any attempt to move or stop him again as she turned unfeeling, only staring at him with tear-filled eyes, anger, and the promise to deal with him boiling beneath the surface. She wasn’t going to struggle. If she didn’t struggle with him, it wouldn’t seem like she was being forced.

As if sensing the difference in her demeanor and her lack of response, Lucian slowly stopped and moved his head back to glance at the blue eyes that glared daggers at him, eyes that looked like they’d make him disappear if she so much as blinked. He had only meant to punish her with his kiss, as she’d annoyed him, and since he couldn’t deal with her with his daggers like he would with anyone who called him a bastard, he thought to do it in another way. But he had not expected her to look so broken, so hurt, and shattered all of a sudden as she stared at him in this moment.

The look in her eyes pierced his heart in a way that made him feel the strings of guilt tug at him. Her breast rose and fell with each heavy breath she took, and he could tell she was boiling beneath the surface. He had crossed the line. She was way madder at him than he had been at her for calling him a bastard. Unable to bear such a look in her eyes, one of his hands slowly fell away from her wrist, which he had pinned down, and then trailed up to her face to wipe a tear that rolled down her flushed cheek. She flinched at his touch and turned her head to the side.

"Let go of me, Your Highness," she muttered calmly and firmly without meeting his eyes. Ave was angry beyond words, to the point she could stab him with a dagger if she had one in her possession. She hated the way he had kissed her just now, and she hated even more that her heart couldn’t come to hate him for it and was instead getting emotional. She wanted to get away from him and go make herself hate him for this in her room.

"Aveline, look at me," she heard his deep, coaxing voice, but she pretended not to and allowed her head to remain in that position, staring blankly at the wall on her left side. She refused to look at him or do anything until he got himself off her.

"Fierce kitten?" he called again with that same coaxing voice that made her heart skip a beat, but she refused to give in. She shuddered when she felt his calloused, warm hand caress her neck in a sensational way that made her skin burn and tingle. She felt him trace his hand up to her cheek and caress it tenderly.

Ave’s fingers involuntarily clenched against the wrinkled sheets of the bed.

"You once told the royals many nights ago that you could call an adult names like babe, baby, or honey," she heard his husky voice fall beside her ears. She didn’t know why he brought that up, but she was going to remain unresponsive until he left her alone or allowed her to move away from him.

"Baby, my sweet little baby, I’m sorry I did that to you. Will you look at me now?" he whispered against her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe before he used his teeth to hold the tender and sensitive lobe between his front teeth, then nibbled it. She shivered slightly and impulsively moved her head, turning to look at him with widened eyes that mirrored her surprise at the way he was acting and the endearment he’d used, which tugged at her heart.

Before she could bring herself to form any words or try to understand why he was being gentle after his rough kiss, not to mention they weren’t on good terms yesterday, his lips found her mouth. But this time, there was no trace of roughness; it was like he wanted to make amends for the way he’d forcefully kissed her a while ago.

His lips brushed against hers, soft and warm, lingering in a tender moment that made her heart skip many beats, making her believe Selene’s heart was indeed going through some issues, and Lucian was the trigger for those heart problems.

His kiss was gentle as he softly nibbled and licked before tracing his tongue against her bruised lips. He sucked on her lower lip before moving to the upper lip in such a sensational way that her hands involuntarily moved on their own, resting against his bare, firm chest where the powerful muscles strained against her palms. She allowed her roaming, curious hands to trail down to his arms, where his biceps flexed, muscles taut and defined, as if he could bear any weight without strain.

He was strong, she admitted, and sweet, she added subconsciously, as he kissed her in a gentle way that made her forget she was mad and had wanted to get away from him.

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