Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 274: "I’ll take them off for you."

Lucian took his time changing, hoping she would have been asleep by the time he was done. But unfortunately, she wasn’t. His wife lay there staring up at the ceiling, and then as if sensing his presence, she turned to him with a smile that momentarily stopped his heart. He smiled back at her and slowly crawled up on the bed to lie next to her. The moment he lay down, she moved to him and laid her head on his chest.

They lay there in silence for some time before she broke the silence. "What did you discuss in the courtroom?" she asked conversationally to break the silence, even though it was a comfortable one that made her hear the rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear.

"We discussed fixing everything the Empress had destroyed and replacing many of the ministers and court members who had stood for Elara. The coronation day has also been picked," he told her as he gently stroked her back and hair with his large hand.

"When is it?"

"It will happen in two weeks and three days from now. By then everyone would have been present and recovered. Alden also wants his sister here before the day, so I have to see to it that she is brought back," he told her without mentioning to her how he had been the one to insist it takes place weeks from now because he wanted her to be in the best condition and to also have the others back to cheer her up, even if just a bit. He planned to crown her as his Empress, and he wanted her to recover properly with her self-confidence restored.

"Where was she taken to?" Ave asked.

"She’s not in the capital from what I heard. She was taken to another kingdom far south by the minister of the southeast. I plan to send one of my men to lead soldiers to bring her back."

"Send Zane!" Ave exclaimed before she thought about it. Recalling how Thalia secretly admired Zane, she would be more glad if he was the one to go and bring her back. With everything Thalia must have gone through, she deserved this much.

"I don’t think Zane would want to go. He doesn’t like Alden nor Princess Thalia," Lucian said with a small chuckle at his wife’s suggestion.

"But he can’t say no to you, can he?" she asked as she moved her head away from his chest to gaze up at his face.

Lucian got lost yet again in her lips, and when he replied, his voice was thick with desire. "No, he can’t say no." Especially now that Zane would do anything to get on Lucian’s good grace again after he had failed to protect Ave in Nazia. Zane would never refuse to go and get back the princess if Lucian said so.

"Good. Then order him to go," Ave said as her eyes momentarily flickered to her husband’s lips when he suddenly moistened them with his tongue.

She felt heat creep down her stomach and clenched the muscles of her core until it throbbed with desire. Her breasts tingled and filled the front of her dress. She’d thought she would never be able to have these feelings again after what had happened just yesterday. The thought of intimacy had repulsed her when she first woke up, but now her body was acting strangely, yearning for something that had seemed, just an hour ago, like a purge.

She managed to tear her eyes away from his lips and glanced up at his amber eyes that were looking at her intensely.

Flattening her palms down on his chest, she gazed at him before asking, "Yesterday, when you were in your Lycan form and fighting...why did you stop all of a sudden in the middle of the war to look up at me like that?"

Swallowing a bit harder than normal because her scent was invading his breathing space, in a good way though, and her kissable lips were only a breath away from his, he replied, "I thought you had a change of mind and heart about me..." he told her in a low voice.

Ave scoffed, her eyes going back down to his lips and using her fingertips to trace them before dragging his bottom lip downward with her finger. Leaning down, she used her tongue to lick his mouth and then nibbled his bottom lip before suckling on it gently, whispering,

"I have told you before, but I will say it again, nothing in this world would make me love you less. I don’t care if you are the devil or worse, I will love you with everything in me," she said and kissed him, her hands moving to untie the belt of his robe. But he hurriedly grabbed her wrist before she could succeed in prying apart his robe.

"Not in your condition. You need to heal and recover first," he whispered thickly as he tried to tie back his belt before she’d make him lose control of himself. Her words brought a spark of heat in him but he didn’t want to go as far as hold her to sleep tonight.

Ave pushed herself up on an elbow, and her hair came pouring down to curtain their faces as she ran her hand from his stomach to his chest. "I feel much stronger than you think. I don’t feel like sleeping again. Let’s do something much more fun," she whispered sultrily in his ear, then used her teeth to nibble his earlobe until he groaned and took her face between his hands, tilting it back. His thumb lightly raked her lips.

"I won’t risk your health for anything, my heart. The day I came back from the north pack and couldn’t find you among the crowd like you promised you’d be—you’d promised to be in the front waving at me—even though I felt it in me that something had happened to you, I still hoped to find you amidst the crowd that day. You have no idea how terrified I was at the thought that I lost you," he said the last words like they were wrenched out of his chest because he never wanted to experience another horror like that day again. The fear of losing or risking her life was much bigger than his desires to make love to her like she was suggesting now.

"I am sorry I worried you," she whispered as she leaned down and rained hot, slow kisses over his face to wipe off the sorrow-filled look on his face at the thought of that day she had been taken away.

She had known he would be worried sick, but she had not known the extent of his worries was far greater than she had imagined until she saw the look on his face now. Even though she was safe and back with him, he still feared losing her or risking her life for anything. She kissed him and urged him to return her kiss by nibbling his lips and seeking entrance into the warmth of his mouth that remained tightly sealed. When she rubbed herself against him in a way that made him let out a throaty groan, he finally opened his mouth for her.

He took control of the kiss then. His hands wrapped around the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him. He slanted his mouth over hers, nuzzling with his lips before his tongue plunged recklessly into her mouth and wandered around and explored the familiar warmth and silk of her mouth.

When at last they pulled apart, breathless, she cradled his head between her hands and peered into those amber eyes without saying a word. Meanwhile, he gently rubbed her earlobe between his thumbs and index fingers while her hair teased the backs of his hands.

"I thought you would never allow me to kiss you again after you pulled away from me this evening," he remarked huskily as he studied her rosy mouth, wondering if he was ever going to tire of tasting it. No, he thought, he never would, because the more he kissed her, the sweeter she became.

Ave pursed her lips and idly played with a lock of his hair between her fingers, with half of her weight on him.

"I didn’t know what came over me when I first woke up, but I—" she barely had time to finish her words before he claimed her lips once again in a kiss.

As the kiss intensified, he gradually pulled her on top of him completely, and when his lips finally left hers, they lay facing each other this time. His index finger followed the lacy border of her nightdress, and a rush of desire thrilled through her as she saw the suppressed heat in his gazes.

"What can I ever do to make it up to you for coming late yesterday?" he rasped softly as he studied her face like he wanted to sketch every detail of it into his memory.

Though it seemed crazy and totally paranoid, since she had woken up this evening, he had a nagging feeling that something would snatch her away from him. Especially after what Edward had said to him before his death. If possible, he wanted to do everything in his power to make up for whatever she had gone through in the hands of his enemies.

He watched as those beautiful summer sky-blue eyes sparkled at his words before they turned mischievous as a smile graced her lips. She moved closer to him and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"You can make it up to me by making love to me now," she whispered into his ear.

Lucian’s eyes closed and opened again with suppressed passion. "We can’t. I’ll hurt you," he said as he leaned down to peck her lips. "Anything else but making love."

"Making love is all I want now. I miss you and need you," she purred as she took his hand that was resting around her waist and slowly brought it palm-down against her breast. She pressed it down, and as if he couldn’t resist the tempting, soft, ample flesh, he gave her breast a gentle squeeze and let out a throaty groan at the familiar feel of her.

"Don’t tempt me too much, Aveline. You need to recover fully before we can do that," he breathed unsteadily, trying to yank his hand away from her chest but she kept her hand pressed against his.

"What if I tell you I don’t feel any pain anymore? Are you still going to deprive me of having you?" she pouted as she peered at him beneath her long lashes.

He groaned and kissed her hard on the mouth before he raised his head and grinned down at her. His hands went to the ribbon on her nightdress and pulled free the bow. "Are you sure you feel well enough?" he asked carefully as he searched her eyes.

"Yes," she said as she moved up so he could discard her dress easily. He eased the garment off her shoulders and down to her hips. When she was once again lying down, he looked down at her bosom. "From one time to the next, I forget how gorgeous you are. Each time is like discovering a treasure."

She flushed earnestly from how he was looking at her in admiration when she didn’t feel as beautiful as he made her feel. He filled his hands with her breast, caressed, kneaded. The pads of his fingers played with her nipples into a tight response. Ducking his head, he took one in his mouth and suckled gently.

"You still taste delicious," he rasped deeply against her chest before he pulled back and used his fingers to outline her areola while he stared down at her flushed, beautiful face that looked back at him with pure desire dancing in the depth of her eyes.

He was pleased to see just how much she wanted him, and he teased her by delaying and playing with her nipples until she could not hold back the moans he desperately wanted to hear from her delicious mouth.

"Lucian, please..." she cried as she bit down on her bottom lip. He smiled and answered the entreaty in her voice and stood to take off his trousers. She surprised him by rising to her knees in front of him. Looking up at him with smoldering blue eyes, she placed her hands on his stomach. "I’ll take them off for you."