Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 235: Blissful moment in the bathtub

[Long Chapter.]

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Lucian returned to their room to find Ave pushing herself from the bed, but she clutched her head and swayed on her feet like she felt dizzy when she stood up. Without wasting time, he reached her side in long strides and pulled her into his arms before she lost her balance.

"Careful there, love," he whispered as he pulled her to lean on his chest while he wrapped his arms protectively around her. She smiled and leaned onto him with her hands flat against his strong chest for support. It always felt nice to be held by him like this; it made her feel like nothing in this world could harm her.

"Why are you standing up from the bed instead of resting on it like the doctor said?" Lucian questioned as he stroked her hair gently, momentarily putting all his worries of where he’d take Ave to if Nazia sent them away. He had to look for another kingdom to support him. He had Chen, all thanks to his lovely wife’s amazing cooking that had won them over, but they wouldn’t be enough to fight against Elara like Nazia would be.

However he wasn’t willing to even consider what they wanted him to do; he didn’t even want to imagine it. Thus, he decided to put those worrisome thoughts aside for now and see to his wife to ensure she was comfortable.

Pursing her lips and wrapping her arm around his narrowed waist, Ave said, "Isolde and Celeste just left the room, and the maids have just prepared my bath. I wanted to freshen up before dinner is brought in." She told him as she moved her head away to look at his face, "Will you join me to take a bath?" she asked with a teasing smile as she looked into his amber eyes.

Lucian was yet to take his bath as well. Thus, hearing her invitation, he smiled and leaned down to whisper, "If my wife wants me to, I don’t see why I wouldn’t want to join her." He kissed her lips softly before he leaned down and gathered her into his arms like she weighed nothing.

Ave wrapped her arms around his neck with color rising to her neck and face. Though she had invited him to join her bath, she hadn’t expected him to agree as she knew he had been avoiding being intimate with her before. Had he finally overcome his sickness after the red moon? Was he hesitating before because she didn’t know about his curse? Ave wondered to herself as she watched a frown settle on his face as he looked down at her while walking towards the bathroom.

"What’s wrong?" she asked quietly as she moved her fingers along the hair on his nape, subconsciously massaging it for him.

"You have become so light I think the wind would blow you away, my love. It’s time I take over seeing to your meals until you grow some more weight and flesh," he said with a serious expression that made Ave arch her brows.

She smirked and tilted her head to meet his eyes, a teasing glint in her eyes. "You know, where I’m from, calling a woman too skinny could get you exiled from the bedroom. Are you trying to start a war with me, Lucian?"

Lucian raised a brow, clearly unamused by her jest as he was serious about how much weight she’d lost and how he intended to make her recover, though the corner of his lips twitched. "If it’s a war to ensure you don’t disappear with the next breeze, so be it. But let me remind you, I never lose."

Ave let out a dramatic sigh, leaning closer in his arms. "Fine, Commander, but just so you know, I have high culinary standards. Good luck meeting up with them without poisoning me out of frustration."

Lucian finally allowed himself to smile as he supported her weight with one arm under her and opened the door of the bathing room with the other hand. "Then prepare to be spoiled, my queen. You’ll be begging me to stop feeding you before the week is out," he whispered into her ear, causing her to giggle and move away from him.

When they entered the bathing room, the tub was already steaming with hot water and different kinds of bathing oils kept on the sides. He carefully put her down on her feet and told her to stay still so he could undress her, even though she insisted on doing it herself and placed his hands firmly on each of her shoulders to keep her from moving away from him. He might not be able to consummate their marriage, but he wasn’t going to deprive them both of the pleasure of doing intimate things couples do. She was his wife, after all, and he had all the right to see her naked and even bathe with her.

She stopped trying to move and allowed him to help her remove the single garment she wore, which happened to be her chemise. He loosened the single string at the front of it and pulled the garment over her head before discarding it to the side. He didn’t even look down at her body but could see how color was rising to her face, giving her a healthier glow than the paleness. Before he could look down to admire her naked, beautiful body, his wife hurriedly turned and got into the tub to hide under the water. Then she pretended like she wasn’t shy and turned to tell him,

"Hurry up before the water gets cold," and then she looked away from him.

Lucian smirked as he watched her while he took off his clothes. He discarded his vest first and then his trousers. When he stood naked, he walked towards the large bathing tub they used here instead of bathing pools. The tub was round and big enough to fit two people, but when Lucian got in and settled opposite his wife, his broad shoulders and muscled frame dominated the space, making the tub impossibly cramped despite its size. When he stretched out his long legs, his powerful leg brushed against her thighs intimately, making her aware of how they were both naked under the water.

Ave looked towards him as she felt his eyes on her. Picking up the sponge and bathing oil, he beckoned her forward, and she moved towards him without looking away from his eyes like he’d used a spell to call her to him. He parted his legs in the water and reached out to pull her to settle between his strong, powerful thighs that closed against her hips when she settled in front of him, her back to him.

With the way they sat in the bathing tub, Ave could feel his shaft graze her buttocks from behind, and the sensation of it sent warmth dancing and tingling under her skin. She had just woken up from what seemed to be a days-long coma, but her body wasn’t weakened enough to be immune to him. She felt him pour water over her head and rub washing oils into her hair before he began to gently massage it with his fingers, causing her to close her eyes to the relaxing feeling of his touch.

He washed her hair for her with a care the servants in this land had never used on her when they assisted her. He was being so gentle, like he was handling a little girl, that Ave couldn’t help but close her eyes and allow him to do whatever he wanted to her. Once he rinsed the foam from her hair, he took the sponge and began to slowly wash her back.

They didn’t share any words as he began to wash her body. Ave felt his hand come slowly against her skin as he washed it. It came over her neck and then her chest, where he seemed to take his time washing each of her breasts with the sponge and his soapy hands that rubbed her hardened nipples in ways that made her bite the inside of her cheeks.

"Pervert," she muttered smilingly when he didn’t remove his hand from around her breast while he washed her body with the other hand. Since she was leaning against his front, she heard the rumbling vibration of his chuckle against her back when he laughed softly.

"I’m your husband. Aren’t I allowed to touch what is mine, my love?" he whispered huskily, his warm breath fanning her ear and raising the heat inside of her, especially when he kneaded her breast from behind and kissed her earlobe.

Ave’s breathing turned shallow as his hands seemed to roam every part of her body as he washed her skin. Every touch of his seemed to heighten the desires burning inside of her. Her breath caught in her throat when his hand covered her private part. She acted impulsively and clasped her legs together with his hand still between her thighs, but her clasped legs didn’t stop him from moving his hand to wash her there. A moan slipped from her mouth when she felt his finger go into her. freёnovelkiss.com

"Lucian..." She cried out his name as she hadn’t expected that from him. He hummed softly as he leaned down to seductively kiss her earlobe and close his teeth gently against it. "Should I stop?" he asked as he stopped the movement of his finger inside of her. He recalled how he had deprived her that night when they had almost done it, but his animalistic desires to devour her whole had made him bolt from the room. Though it wasn’t the right time for him to do this when she had just recovered, he could tell she wanted it from how hot her skin had turned and how she arched her hips into his hand.

"Don’t...ahh, stop..." she moaned out when he briefly stopped. Lucian smiled and gave her exactly what she wanted until she found her release. When she collapsed onto his chest, he swirled her around and covered her mouth with his in a heated kiss that seemed to arouse him to a point he never thought was possible. He was so hard it hurt to think that she was so ready to have him, but for the fear of losing her, he couldn’t take her.

"It’s my turn, love," he whispered breathlessly when he moved away from the kiss and stared at her flushed face. She was now kneeling between his legs with her hands on his shoulders as she looked down at him with parted lips. When Lucian had said his turn, he’d meant the bathing, but to Ave, she misunderstood it for something else.

"I...I..." she couldn’t find words to say. How could she do that to him when she had never had the courage to even look at his maleness before he entered the water? She had overcome the fear of fangs that night he took her blood—well, not completely because the thought of the night creature’s fangs still terrified her—but now that she saw how he stared up at her with hooded eyes, she knew she would have to muster her courage to touch him as well. The day Nadia had taught her the act of seduction, she’d taught her how to do many things that had embarrassed her at the thought of doing them.

Perhaps this was the time to put one of them to the test. "All right," she whispered shyly as she moved back slightly.

Lucian watched her in confusion when she slowly moved her hand from his shoulder to his torso. Her hand disappeared into the water before he could ask what she was doing. She touched his hardened shaft hesitantly, causing his breath to catch in his throat in astonishment. He quickly reached out to grab her wrist and pulled it away from him.

"You don’t have to," he breathed unsteadily as he could barely control himself. She blinked at him innocently and said, "I want to do it."

"You need to eat and take your medicine. Let’s rise and go eat," he said as he attempted to stand, but she pinned him back down with both her hands and shook her head. "I’ve eaten some snacks and fruits a while ago with your sisters. I will eat dinner with you, but let me do it for you too," she purred softly as she began to reach down again.

She was so smooth with her movements, he would almost think she had done it before, then recalled her childhood in the future and realized she had been forced to do it by that bastard. He would have insisted she stop had he seen any signs of discomfort when she slowly trailed her hand down to reach out for his shaft.

She wasn’t uncomfortable but nervous; he could tell from how her heart was beating loudly, just like his was. She was driving him to the brink of madness without her knowledge, with her eyes alone. He’d never had any woman touch him. The one he’d killed when he took to bed had not dared to reach out to touch him before she met her death. He had burned and longed for his wife’s touch before, and now that she was finally deciding to touch him, he could barely hold himself back. His breathing and heartbeat were utterly uneven.

Lucian sucked in a sharp breath when she finally touched his shaft. She was hesitant in her touch, only feeling it with her fingertips with furrowed brows. Lucian shut his eyes, equally relieved and frustrated that she finally touched him, careful yet curious. He would have wanted her to get on with it from how his body tensed and burned, but he wanted to let her explore and not rush it, even if every nerve in his body wanted to throw her over and plunge into her warmth.

Ave still only touched him with her fingers, feeling the size, brushing along his length, and coaxing a groan of frustration from his lips. She almost didn’t recall the bad memories from her childhood as she touched him. At this moment, she was more amazed at his size and how warm and foreign it felt against her hand. Lord, he was bigger than she’d imagined. Then she wrapped her slender fingers around him, giving him a light stroke like Nadia had shamelessly taught her.

Lucian groaned, not even recognizing his own voice anymore as she touched him.

Ave was caught between the pleasure she was giving him and the thoughts running through her mind. He was big in her hand. Hot, hard, and throbbing. She could feel the veins as she stroked him in the water, feeling him grow thicker and harder against her hand that she wondered if something this big would fit into her. Even though she would have liked that he take her, something told her he wouldn’t, so she decided to please him for now.

Ignoring the nervousness that bubbled in her stomach and heart, she looked at his heavy eyes that seemed to burn. His face was strained as he leaned his head back, his hands gripping tightly at the edge of the tub, where water spilled out with every movement he made. She admired his wonderful body; his muscles strained against the taut skin, and she used her other hand to touch and trace his chest and torso while her hand under the water continued exploring him.

When her fingers reached the top of his hardened shaft, she was curious about the shape and brushed her thumb over the top. A raw sound came from his lips, making his chest vibrate under her palm. She shivered as her body began to warm up again, reacting to the raw, low sounds that left his mouth.

His burning eyes met hers when she did what she did to make that sound come from him again just so she could hear him. He hissed, "You will be the death of me, Aveline."

Ave didn’t know why, but his reaction and words brought a small smile to her face and encouraged her to increase her strokes. She watched his expression as her strokes began to grow firmer and faster. He groaned out her name and urged her to go faster, and she complied without any second thought. The way he groaned out her name alone made her insides clench. A feeling of emptiness grew in her, and she imagined him filling that void with his shaft.

Before she brought him to his release, her own breathing had turned shallow, and her heartbeat had quickened. When he came finally, he let out a shaky breath and pulled her in for a kiss before he hugged her into his arms and pressed his lips on her wet hair, his eyes closed as they both tried to catch their breath.

None of them said anything for a good while, allowing their breathing to stabilize under the comfortable silence. He just silently stroked her back with her head on his chest. After some moments, they finally completed their bath without exchanging many words, and Lucian covered her up with the robe after putting on his before he gathered her into his arms and walked back to their bedroom where dinner had been brought for them.