Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife
Chapter 219: Seduction

Chapter 219: Seduction

Lucian walked into their room after settling some important matters. He was surprised that Ave didn’t wait for him in the hall. With how she had looked unwilling to let him go with the princess of Nazia, he had expected she would be waiting for his return, but she had returned to the room. He would have been disappointed that her jealousy wasn’t that deep had he not thought that it was good she’d returned to the room, and he hoped she would be asleep when he got there to spare him from forcing himself to sleep quickly like this afternoon to avoid her and her beckoning scent that called to him.

Expecting to find her sleeping as he’d purposely stayed in the hall to make sure she would have been asleep before his return, he pushed the door open slowly and closed it behind him gently, but the moment he turned around, he froze in his tracks at the sight that welcomed him inside the room.

His amber eyes narrowed as they took in the scene before him. His wife, who he had expected to be asleep, was sitting on a stool in front of the mirror, humming a tune to herself as she rubbed oils on her smooth arms and neck. He could scent the oils from where he stood, lavender and rosy fragrance that made his pulse quicken for no reason. That wasn’t the only thing that made him stop in his tracks.

The three burning candlelights on the vanity table danced softly, its golden glow tracing over her bare shoulders and the delicate sheer fabric of her gown that clung around her, with its robe hanging low on her forearm as she rubbed her arms.

Ave, who was aware that her husband was back and was watching her intensely from behind, dared not act like she noticed him. Though she wanted to demand what had taken him so long to come back and what Nina showed him that he couldn’t bring her along, she refrained from doing so now. She’d once read in an article set in the modern world that men don’t like their women being insecure and always demanding what they did. She didn’t want to come off as clingy as well. She would play it cool and get the answer from him when he finally gave in to her act of seduction.

She moved to sit sideways on the stool and crossed her leg over the other as she poured the scented oil on her palm and smeared it on her legs. Her fingers trailed along her skin, spreading the fragrant oil that shimmered in the candlelight from her legs up her thigh while doing a good job of acting like she was clueless of his presence, even though she heard his sharp inhale when she rubbed her thigh sensually.

She began to softly sing her favorite song from the future, under her breath.

Lucian had never seen legs as beautiful and alluring as his wife’s. He found himself unable to move away nor look away. The curve of her leg, the way the sheer fabric she wore gave him a faint view of her skin and breasts, made it impossible for him to recall the reason he wasn’t supposed to touch her. Heat coiled in his chest, his jaw tightening as he fought to look away, but his starved body betrayed him, rooted to the spot.

When Ave could still feel him standing in the shadows of the room watching her, she almost smiled but held it back as she poured more oils on her palm and smeared it on her chest, where the sheer spaghetti-strap dress had a low neckline. She slowly rubbed it and sat facing the mirror so he’d have a clear view in the reflection from behind.

He made his presence known when he cursed loudly and walked up to the bed in long strides, causing Ave to fake a jolt like she’d just noticed he was there. She turned with a surprised look in her eyes when she saw him frantically and shakily taking off his formal attire he’d worn for the feast without even glancing her way. He looked angry, she realized when she noticed the clenched of his jaw.

"When did you come in?" she asked softly, making her voice sound breathy as she began to try to fix her hair, while also trying hard not to show her nervousness at his obvious anger by distracting herself with combing her hair. Didn’t he like what she was doing?

"Just now," he said curtly as he sat at the edge of the bed and began to pull off his shoes. "Why are you doing that?" he asked before he could stop himself when he heard her humming and swinging her legs, which kept catching his attention from the corner of his eyes.

Pursing her lips with a clueless frown on her face, Ave asked, "Doing what?"

"Aveline..." He called her name with a strain in his voice. "Turn off the candles and come sleep," he told her, his voice sounding harsher and colder than he intended it to. Because God help her tonight if she let him lose control of himself with what she was doing. He could tell without a doubt she was trying to seduce him, and she was doing a hell of a good job at it, which made him angry at himself. He was barely trying to hold himself back from reaching for her; every nerve in his body burned, demanding he forget caution and let instinct take over.

Ave couldn’t believe that whatever she’d done didn’t work as she’d expected. The man she was doing it for looked and sounded angry instead of tempted, and when she turned to him, she noticed he’d climbed up the bed with his back to her after telling her to turn off the candles harshly.

Unable to control her own anger at his behavior, she left the vanity table and strode to the bed. She’d done what Nadia had asked of her, and since it didn’t work, she would do it her own way, but first, he had a lot to answer for. To hell with coming off as clingy and insecure!

Discarding her robe, she climbed the bed and angrily pulled his shoulders to make him lay on his back. "You bastard! Where did you go with that bitch?!" she demanded as she straddled his waist and grabbed his wrists with all her might and pulled them above his head, her face red from anger. She had thought if her plan to seduce him worked, then it meant he hadn’t gotten anything from that bitch, but since he acted this way, it could only mean he didn’t want her because he’d gotten something better!

At first, Lucian, who was trying to cool himself down by removing all the thoughts of his wife’s legs and body from his mind and intending to apologize tomorrow for the way he’d spoken to her with a harsh voice to turn off the candles, was taken aback to get attacked by her. She straddled him and pulled his arms up, her furious face looming over his. Who would have thought she was capable of showing her jealousy after all, he thought with amusement but didn’t like that she actually believed he’d left the hall to do something with the princess.

She looked even more adorable when angered that he didn’t reply and stared up at her enraged face in front of him. With the way she straddled him, her scent was stronger in his breathing space, and he dared not look any lower to see how the revealing dress showed her skin.

"Aveline, it’s getting late, and I have a place to be early tomorrow morning. Let’s sleep, and we can talk tomorrow when you’re cool," he mused, knowing he couldn’t tell her about where he went with Nina or why he left. Not to mention he knew if he wasn’t careful tonight, he might lose control of himself and take her.

He watched as her brows drew together and her expression turned hurt. She slowly let go of his wrists, staring at him in disbelief before she said, "I’ve heard how people say men chase after women, they would do anything to win her over, but after she finally gives in, they will begin to treat her like she’s trash. But I never thought you were capable of treating me like that until tonight." A tear rolled down her eye, but before it could roll down her cheek, she wiped it off with a frantic movement that caused her to scratch her cheek with her nail. She moved away from him and laid down on her side of the bed, her back turned to him.

Lucian had no intentions of hurting her, nor did he have the intention of making her jealous, but he wouldn’t lie about the fact that he enjoyed her being affected by him being with another woman—unlike when she acted like she didn’t care when he was with Madeline before. Hurting her or treating her like trash was far from his intentions. What did she even mean by that?

He turned to look at her and realized she was lying as still as a rock. However, if it weren’t for his sharp ears, he wouldn’t have heard the little sounds that came from her. He sat up quickly when he realized she was crying.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath as he grabbed her shoulders to see her face, but she hit his hands away and buried her head in the pillow, this time, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

"L-let go of me, you asshole!" she cried out shakily as he swiftly lifted her into his arms and cradled her like a little girl on his lap, his palms gently holding her face. He saw the rims of her eyes red, with tears streaming down her flushed face like a broken dam. Her lips quivered as she bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stop herself from crying out.

"I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you," he whispered achingly as he pressed his lips to her wet eyelids. But she frantically tried to push at his chest to get away from him despite his apologies, as if she didn’t want to listen to anything he had to say again.

"I don’t need your damned apologies. You used to act like the perfect husband until you started to build a wall between us at night. Yeah, I know I don’t have what it takes for you to want my body, but I thought you loved me enough to overlook things. But it seems the pull in your crotch is stronger than the one in your heart!" she cried out without even realizing the words that left her mouth. She struggled in his hold, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with pain and anger.

"Let me go!" she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Go to her if she’s the one you want! Do you think I don’t know? You don’t touch me because you’ve got someone else, someone better!"

Her words hit him like a slap, and his face contorted with a mixture of fury and something darker—something primal.

His amber eyes flared, glowing like molten fire as his jaw clenched. The vein in his neck pulsed violently, and his lips curled into a snarl as he tightened his hold around her in rage. "You foul-mouthed woman," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, shaking with barely restrained anger. "You think so little of me?"

In one swift motion, he pushed her back onto the bed, his larger frame pinning her beneath him. His hands gripped her wrists, holding her in place—not to hurt, but only to stop her from struggling and saying words that twisted a cord in his heart. He couldn’t believe she thought he’d left the hall to go and have an affair with the Princess.

"Do you have any idea," he rasped, his breath hot against her trembling lips, "how much I burn every night for you? How I wake up haunted by dreams of touching you, tasting you, making love to you and hearing you cry out for more?"

She froze, not struggling anymore as she stared up at him in disbelief with wet lashes and flushed cheeks.

Before she could respond, he crushed his mouth onto hers—not with tenderness, but with a desperation he could no longer suppress. His kiss was bruising, punishing, a raw declaration of the hunger he’d been holding back for her sake.

His lips claimed hers with a ferocity that left her breathless, his hand finding her breast and kneading it as he kissed her savagely, pouring every ounce of frustration and desire into the kiss. She gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let her pull away.

He broke the kiss only to growl his words against her lips, each sentence dripping with uncontrollable passion.

"I’ve dreamed of you every night, Baby," he murmured against her mouth, his voice a rough whisper. "Of your hands on me, your legs wrapped around me."

Another kiss, harder this time, before he groaned, "You have no idea what I’ve imagined doing to you. I dreamt of touching and caressing your skin until I memorized every little detail about your body. To suck you like this..." He took his head lower and closed his mouth around her aching, hardened nipple, causing her to bite back a moan and arch her back.

His hands tightened slightly on her wrists as he continued, his voice ragged against her breast. "I have never wanted anyone the way I want you. You are the apple of my eyes and the only woman I see..." he muttered softly as he moved up to kiss her lips, gently this time as he let go of her wrists and cradled her face to deepen the kiss. Her arms went around his neck and pulled his body closer to her as she returned his kisses, using her fingers to massage the hair at his nape.

Lucian felt her wrap her legs around his waist as he lay on her. He could barely restrain himself when she began to kiss him back with an intensity he never knew she was capable of having. He felt his body slowly beginning to come alive, that darkened desire to bite her slowly consuming him.

Goddamn it, he wanted her. He wanted to strip away every barrier between them and take what was his. He was consumed by his lust; his brain turned foggy, and all he could think about was her. He reached out, shaking and eager to have her naked, that he didn’t even realize his claws had grown out until she winced in pain. She whimpered underneath him and pulled her lips free to cry out,

"Lucian, you’re hurting me...!"

He didn’t hear her words. His vision was too dark with lust. He grabbed her again.

Slow down, he told himself, but he couldn’t think. Lord help him, he had waited long enough. His desire for her was maddening, a dark voice whispering to him to give in, to devour her, to bite into her skin. She was his, after all, and he had every right. He savagely tore away the little dress she was wearing with shaky hands.

Ave tried to push away from his kiss, but he grabbed her harshly, wanting more of her, and she whimpered under his grip.

"You’re hurting..." she cried out against his lips again. He cursed under his breath as he tried to slow down. Slowly, he moved his head back to look at her moistened blue eyes. He expected to see fear in them, but was surprised to see concern in them despite her bruised lips. Why did she look so concerned?

"You’re trembling. Is something wrong?" she asked in worry, and he realized he was indeed shaking uncontrollably.

"I don’t..." He moved away from her shakily and staggered to his feet at the bedside when he noticed his claw marks on her skin again. She hurriedly got off the bed with the blanket around her body and touched his forehead. She gasped.

"You’re heating up! You’re having a fever!" she cried out in panic as she moved to hold him, but he stepped away from her. He needed to be alone or he’d pounce on her like the cursed beast he was. It was said he was cursed to never be with his soulmate. Perhaps this was part of it. She was his, and yet he couldn’t claim her or he might kill her.

"I am fine. Don’t wait up for me. Go to sleep," he muttered before he turned and hurried out of the room like the hounds of hell were after him.

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