Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 249: Stronger than you think

When Lucian and Ave went back to their room, he placed her gently on the edge of the bed, but his wife got up to her feet hastily and pulled him to sit down. Without a word, she walked up to the drawer and pulled out the ointment box that had been kept in their room by the servants here as they believed she was a "fragile human" who would need it if she so much as accidentally injured herself. She walked back to him and pulled a stool to sit in front of him.

Reaching out, she helped him to remove his shirt over his head as she’d already unbuttoned the few buttons at the top when she had looked at his injury in the training grounds. Ave was momentarily caught off guard by the hard planes of his muscular chest that glimmered and beckoned for the touch of her hands. She wanted to trace and rub her fingers against those hard abs and rain wet, hot kisses on them until she made him burn for her, to torture him for daring to make her shoot at him and causing her to make a fool of herself outside. Her husband was handsome, okay, and she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of admiring or wanting to be in bed with him, naked and covered in sweat after crazy lovemaking.

The train of her thoughts caught her off guard. Mortified, she berated herself, because he was injured, and here she was, instead of treating him, having lascivious thoughts at the sight of his bare chest.

Lucian bit back a smile as he watched a blush rise to his wife’s face. She cleared her throat and turned her gaze to the small arrow wound at the left upper side of his chest. Wiping off the blood with a clean linen, she opened the transparent ointment and used the tip of her fingers to rub it against and around his cut. His muscles involuntarily flexed against her gentle, sensational touch, but she seemed to misunderstand his sharp inhale of breath and flinching for pain, because she glanced at him in apology and blew at the wound with her mouth, her warm breath slightly caressing his chest like a lover’s whisper, further stirring up his arousing lust.

It was almost a wonder how he couldn’t seem to get enough of her, even though they had spent this morning in bed and last night in each other’s embrace making love.

"Thank goodness the wound is not that deep. It shouldn’t sting that much with the ointment," Ave muttered as she covered the cream and used the tip of her finger to trace around the cut, wishing she could heal it away along with her guilt. She had been frustrated when she fired the arrow and had forgotten for a belated moment that the speeding person was her beloved husband and that she must not take the practice too seriously, but redoing the shot and having people urging her had gotten under her nerves until she had shot to hit him.

Now, however, she couldn’t believe what she would have done had such a sharp arrow gone into his chest. It would kill him instantly, and he wouldn’t be able to heal from it because she had been the one to shoot it. Emotions bubbled inside her stomach until she leaned down and kissed the side of the wound as she muttered an apology.

Not wanting him to see her tears fall, she stood up intending to return the box, but he reached out, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her to him. When she fell on him, Lucian lay on his back on the bed and brought her on top of him so she was straddling his hips, her knees on either side of him and her hands flattened against his rock-hard stomach.

"My love, you blame yourself for something that’s not even your fault," Lucian said softly, his hand reaching up to cradle her cheek. "This small cut means nothing to me. I’ve survived countless battles, endured pain that would break lesser men. What wounds me far more is seeing you upset, thinking you’ve harmed me when all I feel is pride."

"Pride?" Ave asked, confused.

He smiled, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yes, pride. That shot showed your strength and determination, traits that I admire in you. You’re no fragile flower, my heart. You’re my equal, my partner, and if I have to take a few bruises along the way to see your fire, so be it."

Ave blinked back tears as he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Don’t let guilt weigh you down, my darling. If anything, I should be the one apologizing—for pushing you to a point of frustration." He ran his fingers against her bottom lips as his amber eyes slightly glimmered hungrily.

Ave pursed her lips and tried to scramble off him as she read the look in his eyes, but his hands clamped around her thighs and pinned her there. He didn’t speak, merely smiling up at her, his eyes dropping to linger appreciatively on her breasts. When he slid his hand under her skirt to touch her thighs, Ave knew what he was up to, and she seriously was in no mood for it when she had almost killed him today and wanted more than anything to go and reflect on her damn anger that had made her make that shot, regardless of his assuring words that made her felt slightly better about herself.

"Stop it..." she mused when she felt his hand continue their movement up her thighs. If he heard her, he didn’t listen to her. His heavy-lidded gaze reflected his lust, and there was no doubt what was on his mind.

"No," she shook her head.

"Yes, my darling," he whispered thickly with that smile still playing on his face. He shifted his hips, subtly allowing her to feel him against her, and it made her breath catch in her lungs for a moment.

His smile widened, revealing his even white teeth that made her mind scatter immediately until she forgot the reason she said no to him. He dragged her forward against his chest, cupped her bottom with both hands, and ground her against his arousal. He buried his face in her fragrant hair and thrust upward, rubbing against her like a sleek and powerful animal.

A hiss of breath escaped her lips, an involuntary reaction to a surge of desire that was far too intense to be sane. She was drowning in sensation—the possessive crush of his arm, the sweet scent of him, the sensual warmth of his breath when he caught her ear with his teeth, and oh, that wildly erotic rhythm of his hips against her core.

He squeezed her bottom, kneading and caressing. Then one hand slid upward, lingering deliciously over the hollow where her spine met her hips, inching ever upward until he palmed the back of her head and guided her lips to his. He kissed her slowly at the same time he fitted his hardened erection snugly between her thighs, and a firm hand splayed across her bottom kept her locked precisely where he wanted her and where she wanted to be. He was rock hard and hot through the lightweight fabric of her undergarment.

He thrust against the most perfect spot nature had bestowed upon a woman, and Ave coughed to camouflage a moan as she didn’t want him to stop his seduction at the thought that she’d given into it. But if he treated her to a few more of those cocky strokes, she might have her orgasm at this very moment.

"All right, fuck me!" she gritted when he thrust against her again. Her husband laughed thickly before he swirled her around in one swift move, and in no time, they were both naked, moving skin to skin in a fraction that steamed the room and filled it with moans and groans.

After a heated love making, they had dinner together with Rylan on the balcony of their room. After dinner, they sat together and tried to make it seem like everything was fine, but in truth, Ave especially, couldn’t help but worry about what the Nazia king and his court members would decide. Lucian had given them until evening, and it was evening already, but they hadn’t sent for him nor delivered their decision.

Her husband and brother looked totally calm as if they had nothing to worry about. She was sitting next to Lucian at the table they sat to eat, and as if he could sense her worries, she felt his large hand over her thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze at the same time he didn’t break his conversation with Rylan about the hot news of what the Empress was doing to the lands.

Caelan had gotten married to the princess he was engaged to, the news had said, and the Empress was doing everything in her power to gather more dark witches to her side for some reasons unknown. The more she heard, the more worried she got, but she tried not to let it show because her husband could feel her distress due to the mark, and she wanted him to have a clearer mind as he tried to make plans with Rylan in case Nazia decided to stand against him.

They were still discussing when a knock came on the door. Lucian went to answer it before Ave could, and he returned briefly to tell them that the king had summoned him to the courtroom. She tensed up against her will as she dreaded what they had decided. Lucian walked up to her and gave her a breathtaking kiss that made her momentarily forget they weren’t alone in the room, and all her worries flew out the window as her senses were filled with him alone and his hot, wet kiss that made her moan into his kiss and reach for his neck. But she jolted back to her senses when Rylan slammed his fist against the table to break the moment.

She quickly tried to pull away, but Lucian held her to him, looking into her moistened blue eyes. When he spoke, his warm breath fanned her lips, "Whatever their decision is, know that nothing is going to happen to me. We will find our way out of this together, all right?" He stroked her hair lovingly as she nodded her head, unable to speak because of the bubbling emotions in her throat and the fear gnawing at her heart against her will.

Could you blame her? She’d lived the future where many had talked about this time, and all the stories she’d heard about that tyrant Empress were nothing pleasant but scary. If she wanted something, she would get it regardless. Though Lucian didn’t tell her, she had a feeling many things were going on outside the walls of this palace. If they were thrown out of it, she couldn’t help but worry that the Empress would get to them in no time before they found another way that seemed impossible from everything she’d listened to in their discussion so far.

Rylan was just a prince in Banzai because the current king was still alive and healthy, and Ave was the most hated person in Banzai after they were told recently that she was responsible for their precious princess’s death. She or Lucian would never be welcomed there, and Rylan could only use his illusion powers once on each individual, and he’d used it to make most people in Nazia believe he was their prince. He could no longer use it to make them welcome or support Lucian against their will. So technically, if Nazia refused to support them, she knew even without her husband telling her that they were doomed.

Lucian had no more than fifty soldiers with him; how were they going to fight an Empire’s soldiers with fifty men? Impossible. However, to make him less stressed than he was, Ave only nodded her head to his words and smiled at him.

"Good luck," she kissed the side of his lips and moved away after patting his chest. He looked calm and collected as he turned and left the room. The moment the door closed behind him, she turned to Rylan and asked him a question she had been burning to know.

"Can’t I use my powers to cast some spell to kill the Empress from here?" she asked curiously.

A frown settled on her brother’s face as he told her, "Your powers should not be used, Aveline. Not unless you want to find yourself back in the future. You are forbidden from using the Rosa powers. They were not meant for this era after the last Rosa used her spell to make herself never, ever be reborn to stop the night creatures arising. Mother knew that, which is why she begged Princess Lyria to protect you. The more you use the powers, the more you will begin to undo what Rosette had sacrificed her life to seal away, and the more you will trigger the Portal between time and pull yourself away." He told her and watched her sink deeper into her seat with a resigned and dismayed expression on her face.

He had just found her again after many years, and he wasn’t ever going to lose her. Her powers were more dangerous than anything she thought, especially now that she had been marked by the cursed beast, who she was never supposed to have met if it wasn’t for Princess Lyria. They’d played with fate too much for him to allow her to risk more.

Reaching out his hands, he took her hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Don’t worry about anything. Your husband is stronger than you think; he will handle everything."

Ave decided to listen to him. She didn’t want to do anything that would take her away from her family here, especially after she had met her mother-in-law’s shadow again and knew her staying here might not be permanent due to the kind of spell Lyria had cast to swap their souls. She could still recall the fear she had felt then at the thought of being away from her husband. She had to believe he would handle everything without her using her powers.

"By the way, you were telling me about the future yesterday. You didn’t finish explaining to me how houses and things look like; you promised to draw them for me." He said to get her to cheer up and stop tensing about things they couldn’t control. He wished he could do more to assist the prince and make his sister live a life without having to worry about a thing, but even his own powers were limited in this situation.

He watched her sit up straighter on the chair and began to explain to him things he didn’t understand and couldn’t even picture, but to make her dwell less on her worries, he listened attentively. He allowed her to talk and talk until she began to yawn and sway sleepily in her seat. Muttering a spell to help her sleep better, he watched her head lower down slowly on the table, and she began to snore lightly.

Watching her sleeping face, where despite the fact that she was sleeping, she still had worried lines on her brows, he stood up and carried her back into the room from the balcony. He placed her on the bed and covered her up to her neck before he smiled down at her sleeping form before leaving room.