Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 275: Friendship (part 1)

Ave knew the night was long, and since sleep was far from what they both wanted, she wanted to enjoy this night with him and put aside every one of the memories that had formed in her mind from the days they were apart. She kneeled in front of him on the bed as he was standing to take off his trousers.

She leaned forward, and her mouth swept over his navel. His fingers closed around her head as her name trembled on his lips like a desperate prayer. She undid the buttons of his trousers one by one, her lips delicately greeting what was slowly revealed. It was that elusive touch of her breath, her lips, her tongue that drove him mad with mounting passion.

Her palms rubbed up and down the backs of his thighs, then over his hips. She lowered the trousers with one sustained stroke downward over the taut muscles of his buttocks. His hard perfection was both a bold statement of his love and a beautiful representation of masculinity. She kissed him with tenderness through his undergarment.

"Ah, my love." He groaned loudly as he freed himself of his undergarment. He eased her away and back onto the bed. Kneeling beside her, he pulled down her nightdress that had been left suspended around her hips. He stopped short at first when he saw the whipping marks on her thighs. Though they were less angry-looking than the first time he had brought her back from that tower chamber and watched the doctor treat her with his heart in his stomach, he still couldn’t help his anger at the man who had caused her this.

Noticing his pained and angry look, Ave misinterpreted it. "It’s ugly, I know, and it’s going to scar..." she said self-consciously as she reached to cover her thighs, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her from covering them.

He doubted they would scar like she thought because the injuries were healing impressively faster than normal, just like her every other wounds. He leaned down and pressed his lips against each whipped line around her thighs.

"It doesn’t matter if they scar for as long as it didn’t take you away from me," he whispered as he moved up to smile at her.

Her red hair was spread out behind her, making her look like an angel from heaven. He could never get enough of her. "You are very beautiful," he told her as he touched her breasts, kissed them, and licked her nipples until they shone wetly. Then his fingers drifted through the russet nest of hair and lingered. Tenderly, his hand pried her thighs apart.

He lowered himself and kissed her stomach, then whisked his mouth over that precious mound of femininity between her thighs. His lips honored the very threshold of her womanhood with a fervent kiss. Then he loved her thoroughly with his tongue, determined to give her pleasure and demonstrate how much she meant to him and how he would be nothing without her in his world.

"Ah, Lucian..." she moaned softly and reached for him. He climbed his way back up to face her and lifted her thighs over his hips.

"Don’t hurt yourself, love," he instructed softly. "Let me do it." With one smooth projection, he embedded himself inside her. He lovingly hugged her to his chest and thrust deeper with each stroke. She rocked her hips against his belly, and when he murmured his supreme pleasure, she repeated the evocative movement again and he groaned loudly and increased his thrusts.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when the familiar feelings came to her as it always did, though each time was unique. First came the sensation of being stroked with a velvet glove inside and out, all over at once.

He took her to the high heavens, then she was plunged headlong into a state of mindlessness where only his thrust and strokes ruled. Next came the shower of light with the burst of liquid heat from Lucian’s loins. It rushed into her, flooding her welcoming womb, her whole body, with love. Most delicious of all was that weightless glide back into his embrace, where she felt the security of his arms.

"I love you..." she whispered as she lay her head on his chest that was now damp with sweat. She felt his arms tighten around her as he kissed her hair. "My life is yours forever," he whispered as he closed his eyes, surrounded only by her, his body still nestled inside her warmth.

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The next morning, Lucian sent for Zane the moment he left his chamber after taking care of his wife. He made sure she had her medicine and then put her to bed as she didn’t get enough rest the night before.

She fell asleep in seconds, and he watched her sleep before he silently left the room to get on with his day’s work, especially now that he would no longer be a mere prince and would soon become the ruler of an empire. His work was bound to double, and before then, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with his wife. It was part of the reason he didn’t want the coronation to happen so fast.

Recalling their beautiful time together last night brought a smile to his face as he sat in the study waiting for Zane, whom he’d sent a maid to call. After everything his Ave had gone through, he’d thought she would never be able to enjoy and respond to his lovemaking like she used to before all this happened, but she had surprised him with how much she wanted him to love her last night and how she had responded.

For some reason, he noticed how making love had made her glow even more this morning. Her bruised face had impressively improved in ways that would be surprising were she a normal human.

Lucian was still reminiscing about his night with his wife, and the memories alone were enough to make him revisit the moments in his head. Thank goodness he didn’t have to wait for long before a knock came on the door, jerking him out of his thoughts of his wife and how her warmth had closed in around his length.

Clearing his throat, he called out, "Come in." His smiling face and soft expression turned indifferent immediately as the door was pushed open and Zane walked in, his head down without meeting Lucian’s eyes as he still believed he hadn’t been forgiven for how he had failed to protect Ave in Nazia.

Since the day Ave had been taken, Zane had not dared approach or even talk to Lucian after that warning he had given him to stay away on their way to Pendragon. Even after the war was over, Zane had kept his distance and busied himself with leading men to take care of all those who had lost their homes in the war and lost their loved ones.

He had just returned this morning to the palace to rest when he saw a maid waiting at the door of his room. She had told him Lucian summoned him.

Zane’s heart had given a thud at those words. Though they had grown up together and shared clothes at some point in their lives like siblings, Zane knew Lucian more than anyone and knew how he wasn’t easily forgiving to someone who had offended him.

Even though Lucian didn’t blame him, Zane blamed himself for what had happened to Ave and knew if he had kept a close eye on her like he was instructed to do, nothing like this would have happened to her.

"How have you been?" came Lucian’s question that made Zane’s head jerk up to meet his amber eyes that were regarding him with a pair calm eyes now.

Did Lucian just ask how he had been, or was he hearing things? He had expected Lucian to dismiss him from his position as his right-hand man, just as he had angrily dismissed all the other men he had taken to Nazia—those who he believed had failed to protect his wife. Zane had dreaded this meeting, certain of his fate. But now, hearing Lucian ask about his well-being, he blinked in confusion, unsure if he had truly heard those words.

Lucian snorted before grabbing a random object from his desk and hurling it toward Zane’s head when he stood like a fool without answering his question, as Lucian was trying to mend things with him after the way he had spoken to him that day on their way to Pendragon. He hadn’t meant to treat his friend like that; it was just that whenever it concerned Ave, he couldn’t help it.

Zane dodged the sack of documents that was hurled his way and turned to look at the prince with accusing hazel eyes. "That would have smashed my head!" he exclaimed as he saw the smirk playing on Lucian’s lips.

"Then stop acting all pitiful and answer my goddamn question."

Zane’s brows drew up as he realized Lucian had indeed asked about his well-being. He cleared his throat and awkwardly replied, "Fine. What about you?"

"Never been better," Lucian said with a good-natured smile that made Zane internally smile and breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed there were good. He thought, pleased and glad that he wasn’t about to get dismissed.

"How is she now?" he asked hesitantly after a few moments of silence.