Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 299: The dreams

Lucian could not restrain a primitive grunt as her hand slid to the stiff bulge of his erection, tracing slowly.

She glanced at his face then. "Do you regret loving me?" she teased.

"Never," he said gruffly. Somehow he managed to hold still as her slim fingers dipped inside the waist of his trousers.

"I want you to know something," Ave said. The first button popped free, revealing the swollen head of his sex. Her fingers stole to the next button. "I am more in your power, Lucian, than you could ever be in mine. I can’t be without you." A quiver ran through him at her words. "You are my life, and I will do anything to stay with you," she added deliberately, plucking at the fourth button.

She continued down the row until his trousers were wide open and his erection was unhindered. Grasping him carefully in both hands, she stroked up and down the hard shaft. She wet her fingers in her mouth, then stroked a moist circle around the taut pink crown. The muscles of his thighs stiffened, and he breathed in harsh pants as passion ignited and roared through his body.

Ave’s head lowered until it hovered just above the rearing length of him.

"Don’t!" Lucian choked. "Lord, you don’t have to—"

"I want to do it," she said, the words blowing against him.

Whatever sanity Lucian had left promptly burned to cinders. He gasped out as her tongue flicked over the tip of his shaft, his hands trembling as he clasped her head. "Oh, love!" He groaned as she took him into her mouth.

Ave’s insides warmed at the sound that left his throat. She tugged at his aching flesh, her velvety tongue swirling and lapping. Lucian sank to his knees and pulled at her clothes, tearing them, and she gave a breathless laugh at his roughness.

His mouth caught greedily at hers while she wriggled to help him strip the shredded gown down her legs.

A primal sound of satisfaction escaped him when his wife’s naked body was finally revealed. He lifted her to the bed, pausing only to remove his trousers before he joined her. Eagerly, she slid between his legs and took his sex into her mouth once more, resisting his efforts to bring her face up to his.

Groaning repeatedly, he surrendered to her ministrations, his fingers tangling in the long locks of her hair. However, he was not satisfied for long; he wanted more, he craved the taste of her.

Impatiently, he seized her hips, maneuvering her until she was positioned at his mouth. He buried his face amid the intimate curls, his hands gripping her thighs as she jerked with surprise.

He searched her with his tongue, licking deeply into the seam of moist folds. Avidly, he hunted for the tiny engorged peak where her pleasure was concentrated. Finding it, he nibbled, stroked, darted his tongue at it, as he felt her stiffen in approaching climax.

He backed off, gentling, while she moaned pleadingly around his cock. Twice more he brought her to the edge, making her suffer, tormenting until she responded with desperate tugs of her mouth.

Each time Ave drew on him, Lucian sank his tongue deep inside her, matching his rhythm to hers, until she shuddered hard as her pleasure finally reached its zenith. She cried out against his groin, her mouth still clamped around him. His own culmination approached rapidly, and he moved his hands to her head.

But she resisted his attempts to dislodge her, and the silky strokes of her tongue became too much to bear. The climax broke over him, and he arched and gasped as he was consumed in an explosion of pure white fire.

Eventually, his wife turned and climbed over him, resting her head on the center of his chest. Lucian held her tightly. His lips moved against her throbbing temple as he spoke.

"Let’s have the baby, love. But if you don’t keep to your promise, I will rain hell in this world until you are brought back to me. If you don’t want anyone to burn, don’t let it take you away from me. I love you so much I can’t bear the thought of anything coming between us."

Ave’s slim, damp body flexed against his. "There is nothing between us now," she said throatily.

Lucian parted his legs to allow her to settle between them, his cock stirring briefly against her stomach. Rolling over, he pinned her beneath him, his muscular thighs straddling hers. "The night is still young."

"Yes, it is," Ave agreed, although she had many things she wanted to discuss with him, she didn’t want to dampen the moment yet. She’d missed him so much. "How shall we pass the rest of the evening?"

"I’m hungry," Lucian murmured, bending over her naked breasts, "I want supper... and then more of you." His mouth covered one swollen nipple, his teeth catching at it gently. "Does that sound agreeable?"

Ave moaned as he suckled her nipple at the same time he slide into her.

They had dinner in their room after a hot bath together, eating on the bed without bothering to dress. Lucian fed her carefully and also ate from her body with the excuse of dropping the soup on her breast or back, then ran his tongue over her skin.

After supper, Lucian sat with his back against the headboard, his wife nestled between his legs. Sighing in relaxation, he clasped his hands behind her head and contemplated everything quietly. He wanted to tell her about the assassination attempt on her, but now that he knew she was pregnant, the only thing he could do to help her was keep her away from anything that would stress her.

If he couldn’t carry the burden of her pregnancy, he would carry the burden of everything that would stress her. They lay there silently, both lost in their thoughts, when Ave called his name. He bent his head with a hum.

"I came to meet you this morning about something important," Ave began to say, idly playing with the strands of his hair that fell over his chest.

"What about?" he asked patiently. He heard her sigh before she began to tell him about her dreams and why she needed to go out and perform the spell to repell the nightmares. She told him about the strange sad woman she’d seen In her dreams.

Lucian’s muscles tensed as she described the woman. He’d never met someone like that before, but strangely, he felt like he had. A woman surrounded by white light with silver eyes and silvery long hair that dragged behind her.

The image of her in his mind brought him anxiety. His skin suddenly turned pale and cold, and his wife felt it as she moved to look at his face.

"What’s wrong? Do her words bring you fear as well?" She asked quietly as she stroked his face tenderly. She’d woken up that night covered in cold sweat as well.

Wordlessly, Lucian pulled her into his embrace and held her tightly like he feared something would snatch her away from him. Why was he feeling this unknown fear of a woman he’d never met and was only in a dream his wife couldn’t even remember clearly? And why was such a dream haunting her?

’His sins are far greater than I could forgive...’ she’d told his wife.

He had a faint idea whose sin the woman was referring to, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it. Accepting that truth would make everything seem uncertain, as if his curse hadn’t truly been lifted. And if his curse wasn’t gone, then his wife... No! He refused to let his mind go there.

Lucian tightened his arms around her and pressed his lips to her head.

"Lucian, do you think the woman in my dream could be the... the Moon Goddess?" she asked quietly, feeling his body go rigid as his breath hitched.

Ave had learned that things like this weren’t something she could dismiss as just a dream. In this world, dreams were not merely dreams, and ignoring them could make matters worse. The woman in her dream was no ordinary person—she had an otherworldly aura about her. Her eyes held an overwhelming depth of sadness and wisdom, like windows to countless worlds beyond human understanding. She made Ave uneasy. And the anger in those eyes...

"I...I don’t know. I have never met her and I don’t think anyone has." Roland had met her. Lucian thought dreadfully, and had killed her daughter who was supposed to be the red moon’s guidance. He had killed her, which was why the red moon was Lucian’s painful punishment where he went through such excruciating pain that made him wish for death.

But if she was the Moon Goddess, why was she coming to his wife’s dream? What could she want when he had been lifted from his curse?

"Don’t worry, I will find a way to stop the dreams. I will meet Rylan and talk to him about ways to prevent them. Sleep—you need it," he whispered, sensing her exhaustion mixed with the fear of what all this could mean.

Sleep was the last thing Lucian wanted now that he’d heard about her dreams. Normally, he shared all of her emotions—from fear to every little feeling she had, even during bad dreams. But the fact that she had been haunted by nightmares and he hadn’t felt her unease made it all the more unsettling.

They were already dealing with Elara’s hidden schemes; he didn’t want these nightmares to become another threat to their lives. It seemed there was never a moment of peace for a cursed man who had been given a stolen fate by his mother. If it weren’t for his beloved mother, he would never have had the chance to have this woman in his life—and he never intended to let anything take her away from him again, not even the Moon Goddess. If he had to beg her on his hands and knees, he would. And if he had to kill her, just as Roland had killed her daughter... he would.

Before Lucian could move away from Ave, she clutched his arm. "Do it tomorrow. Let’s sleep together. I don’t want to be alone when I’m sleeping..." She hated the dreams, and waking up alone always filled her with an unknown fear.

Lucian wanted to start preparing a way to stop the dreams immediately, but seeing how his wife didn’t want him to leave her side, he lay back down, pulling her into his arms as he stroked her hair. She relaxed into him, but her grip around his waist remained firm.