Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 242: A night of passion

[Long Chapter.]

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In the past, when Ave was in the future, she had never felt the desire to need a man and had lived twenty-four years without ever getting tempted into going to bed with any man. It wasn’t until she was in her real body that all the feelings had resurfaced. She knew what it was like to desperately want someone; she wanted him in every way possible. Her body burned to be one with his. She wanted him a way a woman wants a man, and she knew he did too.

"You don’t understand," he rasped, his voice thick with warning. "If I lose control, I’ll hurt you. I could—" his breath hitched, his throat tightening as an imaginary image of her dead underneath him involuntarily flashed in his mind. He didn’t even want to think about it. He didn’t want to risk it for just one night of pleasure. She meant so much more than having an heir to him. He could still remember the woman he’d killed at the age of seventeen. He was just a boy then, and now a man, he didn’t want to imagine his wife in place of that woman. She was too precious to him.

"I could kill you, Aveline."

Her lips curled into a soft, daring smile as she snaked her way to his front as if his warning meant nothing. "I am not afraid of you, hubby. I still want you despite the danger." She backed him against the wall and parted his robe after loosening the belt. She rubbed herself against him as she stood on the tip of her toes to press her lips against his.

"Stop it, Aveline. Please," he growled as he moved her away from him, his amber eyes darkened, betraying his desire to have her. His beast gritted at him to take her. It had been long since they’d had any woman, and she was theirs to take and to love. She wanted him, and he wanted her.

"You don’t want me?" Ave pouted as she forced tears into her eyes and looked up at him with quivering lips. She’d used every method she knew, but he wasn’t giving in. She let her fake tears roll down her cheeks. "I guess I am not desirable..." She turned away to go and get her dress, but as expected of her husband, who doesn’t like to see her cry, he reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her back into his arms and began to kiss her tears away as he spoke between every kiss.

"I want you. I want you desperately. Damnit, the things I want to do to you..." He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as a shudder ran through him. "I would destroy you if I attempted them. I want to make love to you so hard." He crushed his lips against her inviting, parted lips. He kissed her hungrily and devouringly as he roughly pulled her closer to him, pressing her to his hardened erection, and then just like that, he released her.

"Now go and wear your clothes," he said with a commanding tone in his voice.

"Not until you take me to bed and make love to me." She looked up at him, breathing through her parted lips.

He narrowed his eyes down at her, a flash of amber and darkness clashing in his gaze. His beast roared, demanding he listen to her and take her, claim her, mark her so that no one would ever doubt who she belonged to.

"Don’t tempt me any more than you have, my wife," he hissed, his voice a ragged growl. "I am barely holding on to my restraint."

Ave heard his warning, but they fell on deaf ears. She didn’t even say a word as she reached out and finally discarded his robe for him before he could stop her. Her hand slid up his bare chest, her touch like fire against his skin. She stood on the tip of her toes, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered softly,

"Then stop holding back."

The thread of his restraint snapped at that instant, and he grabbed her and tugged her to his naked body before he began to kiss her again. This time, there was no hesitation; he kissed her like a starving man on the brink of death but had finally found his long-lost food. Their bodies pressed against each other intimately until Ave was arching against him and returning his kiss at the same time.

He kissed her neck and cheeks and lips hungrily. "You should stop me if I lose control. Hit me with your powers if you have to stop me. Don’t let me hurt you," he said, his lips trailing hot kisses up and down her neck and shoulders. "You must fight me if you have to, you—"

She put her mouth on his to stop him from talking. "I must love you back."

He pulled back and looked at her. "I’m serious. Stop me if you feel any difference in me," he whispered huskily and breathlessly. He didn’t move to continue until she nodded her head.

Bending, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bed, laying her across the sheet and looking at her for a long while before touching her. Lucian was still looking at her as he got on the bed and began to lightly run his fingers over her breasts and her ribs, down her arms. Slowly but gradually, he laid over her and began to kiss his way from her flat belly upward until his mouth settled on her breast. His mouth closed over her peaks as he nibbled and sucked at it slowly while still looking up at her with his eyes.

Ave whimpered when his teeth closed against her peak, but she giggled when he licked it with his tongue. With a strong, swift movement, Lucian grabbed her waist and turned her to lay on her stomach. She loved the feel of his strong, heavy thighs straddling her as he leaned down and began to kiss her spine, then began making nibbling little kisses down her back. She lay absolutely still under him, as if, were she to move, he would stop and change his mind. She didn’t want him to change his mind.

When she could no longer take his slow kisses anymore, Ave flipped around and pulled him down on her. She kissed him with all the pent-up desires in her heart as she arched herself against his already hard shaft that rubbed intimately at her entrance. What started off slowly turned to something intense as Lucian grabbed her somewhat harshly, pressed her impossibly close to his body, and used his hand to grab her hair so she could meet his mouth perfectly.

Lucian’s kisses turned from sweetly intense to painfully intense, almost brushing her lips.

She felt the changes in him, but she did nothing to stop him. When he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, she got the first glimpse of his inhuman bloodlust-filled eyes. They had turned completely flame-like with no white in them, and his fangs had grown out of his mouth. Ave’s heart involuntarily dropped to her stomach in fear as she met those eyes that looked nothing like her husband’s. They burned like the flames of hell. Instinct told her to stop him now, but her body didn’t want to because if she stopped him now, he was never going to touch her, and they would never know if she was his mate.

His touch was no longer gentle, and neither was his kiss because of the fangs, but Ave withstood it as she felt him position himself between her legs. Her heart gave another leap of fear as she knew what was about to come next. For some reason, she felt she needed to make him calm down before he did it because he was trembling violently now, his body was heating up so badly she felt it burn her.

"Lucian..." she whispered his name gently as she managed to pull her hand from his grip and touched his face. He was shaking his head as he remained suspended over her like he wanted to have control of himself.

"Aveline... stop me. Push me away..." he groaned as his head dropped on her breast, and his body continued to shake because he was fighting for control and restraint.

Lucian wanted to move away from her and leave the room before he’d hurt her in his state of mind, but his body refused to move because he’d tasted his wife and wanted more. He wished she’d listen to him and go far away from him, but she remained where she was.

"Aveline... don’t let me hurt you..." he said through clenched teeth as he grabbed his head.

"Lucian, look at me," she whispered as she caressed his cheeks.

Lucian shook his head no. He refused to look at her in his condition. He wasn’t completely himself, and he didn’t want to terrify her. She coaxed him again, and before he could stop himself, he lifted his head from her chest and looked into her concerned eyes that were gazing at him. There was no ounce of fear in those flaring blue eyes; what he saw was tenderness and love. She smiled at him and reached out to trace her fingers under his eyes.

"They look just like Beasty’s," she muttered tenderly as she cupped his cheeks now in her palm.

To see his wife look at him in the way she did now when he was in this state warmed up his heart. Without thinking, he leaned down and kissed her, and she invitingly parted her rosy lips for him. Her arms snaked around his neck, bringing him closer to her.

A feeling he knew as love overwhelmed him as he kissed her; it calmed his beast, and slowly, he began to feel more in control of himself.

He had no idea what he was thinking anymore as a hungry desire consumed him until he deepened the kiss, but then he pulled away to look into her eyes when he heard the fierce beating of her heart. She was nervous.

He met her heavy eyes. Her face was flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen as she stared at him with desire. Her eyes trailed his body in curiosity.

Knowing that she wanted to touch him, Lucian reached out and took her hand. He placed it against his chest and moved it around his torso to encourage her. She hesitated for a moment when he withdrew his own hand, and then she began to touch him. She moved her hand over his chest and over his nipples, her eyes never leaving his.

Her hand explored his body. She moved it over his chest, shoulders, and waist, her eyes not hiding her admiration for his taut skin and muscles. Then her hand traveled to his spine until it settled on his buttocks, and he groaned in pleasure that burned so deep it was almost painful.

Although her touch was agonizingly sweet, he waited patiently as he didn’t want to rush her when it was her first time. He endured her exploring hands around his body and allowed her to satisfy her cute curiosity about his body until she got used to it.

When she was done torturing him, it was finally his turn to do the same. He looked down at her with a small smirk before he pressed his body intimately against hers and claimed her lips with his. His tongue swept across her lower lip and traveled down her neck. He explored her body with his hands, lips, and tongue until she moaned and shattered underneath him. He savored every cry that left her lips and took pleasure in them as he kissed her inner thigh.

She quivered uncontrollably as his tongue and lips explored her core, and when she arched against him and moaned out his name, he couldn’t help but smile at her reaction to his teasing. She was beautiful.

"Please..." she cried out breathlessly as her fingers went into his hair and pulled his head back up to her face.

Ave could barely control her own desires. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face close to hers before she kissed his brows and cheeks and then his lips. She kissed him hungrily and ran her fingers into his hair.

"I’m ready," she whispered softly as he began to kiss her back with the same intensity.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he breathed against her lips as he positioned himself and slipped his hands under her to rise her hips to meet him.

Ave smiled and nodded. She’d heard that it was painful when it was your first time, but then it was her first but not the body’s. Selene had misused it for her, and she hated to even think about it. Removing all thoughts from her mind, she kissed her husband back as she felt his erection rub against her warm entrance sensationally, and then he was inside her.

She let out a little scream, and her fingers dug into his back as she felt a slight pain of discomfort when he thrust into her wet sex. Her little scream made him halt immediately and look down at her in concern. He attempted to pull out, but she held him and shook her head.

"I’m fine, I think... it’s just weird," she whispered softly as she urged him to continue despite the discomfort she felt.

"You’re tight... so tight." He groaned as he leaned down to kiss her lips and began to move inside her at the same time. She was so tight he would have sworn it was the first time her body was taking in a man. He could feel her stretching and closing against him to accommodate his size.

Ave began to feel her discomfort ease away as his movements picked up, and she found herself arching up her hips to meet him. She was mindless, nearly insane from the beautiful foreign feelings that overwhelmed her. Her head fell back as they moved together, the friction igniting a heat that burned down to her very core.

Oh, Lord, it felt so good she wanted more than he was giving because he feared hurting her. Ave bit the inside of her cheeks to hold back her moans, but she could no longer hold them back and let them out as her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders.

"Ahh... Lucian... faster." She kissed him and arched desperately and shamelessly against him until he began to slam into her with deep, hard thrusts that made her whimper and cry out in pleasure. A pleasure she’d never known existed. He kissed, scratched her with his claws, but Ave felt nothing as she was lost in the world he was guiding her to with his hard thrusts and hot kisses over her breasts and neck.

She wrapped her legs around him as he moved so deep into her and then out again before he thrust all the way until she let out a shaky cry of his name.

Lucian wanted to go easy on her knowing it was her first time, but God help him, he couldn’t control the maddening desires coursing through his blood. Every nerve in his body burned, demanding he make love to her over and over again until he’d quenched all the pent-up years of starvation. She was beautiful—her moans, her flushed face, her gorgeous breasts in his mouth were driving him crazier than he could handle. His fangs ached as they grew out of his mouth and he felt himself grow hotter and harder inside her.

Damn, she was driving him to the brink of insanity with her moans and quivering body, and the more she cried out his name, the harder he thrust, growing hotter and harder. The sound of their wondrous lovemaking filled the room with wet sounds, throaty growls, and desperate moans.

Lucian made love to his wife over and over again until she had more than enough and was beginning to feel herself blacking out underneath him.

She tried to call his name, but he seemed not to hear her anymore. She had no strength to go on. Her lips and body were bruised from his claws and kisses. Just when she thought it was over, he leaned over her neck, and she felt his fangs sink into her flesh without warning. She let out a small cry of pain, and before she knew it, she could barely hold on anymore.