Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 325: Unforgettable kiss

He paused when he noticed a sudden shift in her cold eyes, then resumed, this time walking closer to her.

"We made love again and again. I marked you as mine that night." His voice turned into a thick whisper as he traced her neck where his mark had once been but was no longer. She didn’t move away from his caressing fingers and only stared at him, her brows knitted together.

"Why did you choose to punish me by leaving? I thought I’d never find you again." He smiled bitterly as he moved the strands of hair falling over her face to the back of her ear, his hand lingering to take her earlobe between his thumb and index finger. Then his hand fell down to cup her neck, stroking it.

"Say something, love. You remember me, don’t you?" he asked with a desperate note in his voice.

"I think you really need some help, Mr. Penn. Either you are going crazy, or you are stupid to think I’ll buy all the nonsense you are trying to feed into my head. I know a good psychiatrist who will help you recover quickly before the media gets a sense of your mental health. I’d hate to work with someone mentally unstable. I will give you his card, and you can make an appointment. Now, let go of me this instant," she warned calmly without making any attempt to back away from him. She was as calm as still water, and her eyes showed no emotion as she stared into the middle of his head, not his eyes.

She definitely remembered something, Lucian thought when she didn’t look him in the eyes. She felt something but refused to accept it or acknowledge it.

"Don’t do this to us, Aveline. I came all the way from my time to find you. I don’t have much time left here. Tell me you at least remember something from everything I told you?" he coaxed, gripping her shoulders tightly—not enough to hurt her, though. He didn’t like the way she looked at him and her cold demeanor. He had seen her eyes tremble when he told her about their marriage and consummation.

"Mr. Penn, let go of me," she warned calmly yet again.

Her cold eyes and calm demeanor were his undoing. He had never thought it would be this hard to make her remember—that she would be totally stone-hearted. He had thought that the moment he found her, he would convince her to go back with him. Rylan had said she could only return if she wanted to, not by force. She had to want to come with him. But how was he going to convince her to do that when she didn’t even remember him?

How was he going to explain to her that if she refused him, he would return with a corrupted heart? He had given up everything because he believed she would want to return immediately. But now, this...

Emotions wrecked him until he refused to believe that she had not a single memory. She must remember something. She must know something. And he would make her remember it.

"You always like it when I do this to you." He touched her breast, and she gasped but didn’t move away. His hand slid into an opening in her blouse and touched her bra-clad breast, but this time, she moved jerkily and slapped his face.

"How dare you! You crazy bastard!" she gritted out angrily and threw the file in her hand at his face, then turned to walk away. He didn’t let her—not when he had seen the look in her eyes when he told her about their time in Pendragon. He grabbed her by the wrist and swirled her around.

His lips seized hers in a fierce, unrelenting claim, moving with a dangerous precision that left no room for her escape. The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t meant to be soft. It was demandingly crude and devouring. His mouth molded against hers—hot, wet, and urgent—parting her lips before she even realized she’d let him. His tongue swept inside her warm mouth, stroking, tasting, forcing her to feel every inch of his desire and longing.

He was heat and hunger, his taste intoxicating, laced with something dark—something she shouldn’t want but couldn’t resist. Though she had tried to fight him, she couldn’t anymore, not when his kiss tasted so familiar when she’d never been kissed like this before. He reminded her of things she’d never experienced in her life.

She shouldn’t allow this. The man was insane, and someone could walk in on them, and a scandal could break in the media. But she couldn’t stop it. The warmth of him consumed her, his tongue brushing against hers, coaxing—no, commanding—a response from her.

He deepened the kiss when she made the mistake of moaning, the slow, sinful slide of his tongue against hers sending a shudder through her until heat curled dangerously in her lower abdomen, causing her to curl her toes inside her shoes. The air between them turned thick, scorching, as he claimed her mouth like he owned it—like he owned her.

His teeth grazed her lower lip, tugging, teasing, before he delved back in, swallowing her breath as if he had every right to take it. What was he doing to her? How dare her body, which she’d always had control over, betray her like this to this womanizer who changed women like he changed clothes?

She should stop him and slap his handsome face until he never tried this with her again. But then his grip tightened at her waist, pulling her flush against his hardness until her disoriented mind became wildly aware of his erection bulging in his pants and grazing her stomach, the heat of his body bleeding into hers. Her mind screamed to push him away, but her body betrayed her—frozen under the weight of his touch, lost in the possessive rhythm of his lips and his hips that thrust gently against her, causing her to subconsciously arch against him.

And just as suddenly as it began, he pulled away from her, his breath warm against her lips, his voice low, rough, and utterly unforgiving.

"Now, tell me you didn’t feel that."

She jerked away from him so quickly she almost lost her balance, her face as pale as a ghost and her lips red and swollen from their kiss. She looked confused rather than angry, her breasts rising and falling in indignation as she stared at him.

"Give me the chance to make you remember me. This life you have now is nothing but a lie. I am your husband, and we love each other. I gave you that necklace, and you gave me this," he raised his hand and showed her the ring on his ring finger, which she stared at almost in a trance. And then, when he began to walk closer to her, she jerked back like a frightened cat.

"Don’t come close to me ever again, or I swear I’ll press charges against you for harassment! Stay the hell away from me, understand?!" she warned, and not waiting for his reply, she turned on her heels and ran out of the empty conference room like the hounds of hell were after her.

Lucian was left in the large room alone, staring at the door she had run out of with trembling eyes and an aching heart. She had obviously requested for the Moon Goddess to give her another life without him and take away all the memories of them together.

All this while, he had thought she would be as miserable as him, but it turned out she didn’t even know who he was to feel those emotions. But then, he had seen the signs he needed in her to know that if he had time with her, she would remember him again. And if she didn’t, he would have to make her fall in love with him all over again.

She didn’t love him when she came to Pendragon, but she eventually did. And he would make sure she did again, only that he would have to make it happen fast as he didn’t have enough time in the future.

With that plan, Lucian left the conference. He didn’t return to his office but went into the elevator. He needed to think fast about what to do, and the office wasn’t a good place for that.

Lucian walked out of the elevator into the lobby and stopped short in his tracks. What was he doing here? he thought with a frown when he saw a familiar small figure pacing the large space in the lobby, his small hands tucked into his pockets and his expression one of impatience and nervousness as he kept looking around for someone. But when his eyes fell on Lucian, they rounded slightly.

Without hesitation, Lucian walked up to him. "What are you doing here, Ian?" he asked as he smiled down at the scowling face looking up at him while he fought the urge to touch his hair.

"What the fluff. Is this supposed to mean that destiny made us meet again? What are you doing here?" he returned the question with a suspicious look in his blue eyes.

Shrugging, Lucian replied, "I own this place."

"No kidding? You’re Mr. Penn?" he asked in astonished disbelief. When Lucian nodded, he gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him.

"That means you’re that jerk Mr. Penn Mom always talks about—the one she says she can’t stand." Ian snapped his fingers as if a realization had just dawned on him. How could his friend be the same man his mother cursed every moment of the day?

"Your mom? Who is she?"

"Avian!" A voice called out the boy’s name before he could reply to Lucian, and the two turned to the voice at the same time, each having a different expression on their faces. Ian’s face brightened up while Lucian’s own was shocked with disbelief.

"Mom. What took you so long?" Ian murmured as he walked to meet her halfway. She bent to his height and crushed him into her embrace as if seeking emotional support from him like she usually did when something upset or played with her emotions.

"I am sorry it took longer than I promised for the meeting to end. We still have a few minutes to get to your school," she whispered softly as she pressed her lips onto his scented neck, but Ian didn’t like it as it was somewhat embarrassing to hug like this in public, where he was sure his friend was watching behind them.

"Dang it! Mom, that’s enough. You’re stripping me of my good image in the eyes of my friend," he whispered in her ear as he managed to pull away from her embrace. He then looked around to see if anyone had noticed him getting hugged like that by his mom. No one was watching. He sighed in relief, but when he turned to meet his friend’s face, he almost cried in embarrassment because the man was watching them intensely—more precisely, he was staring at his Mom like every man does. But unlike every man, Ian didn’t feel angry that his Mom was being stared at for the first time.

"Mom, let me introduce you to my friend. The kind man who drove me to our estate that day," Ian said, a bit eager, as he turned away from his friend to his mom, who had not noticed him and was trying to fix his shoelace that had come loose. She looked up at him with a smile.

"Mr. Pendragon? Your mysterious idol, the one you wish Daniel could be like?" She managed to chuckle softly at her son, who had become fixed on a man he claimed brought him home on the day he went missing from school. She’d almost gone crazy, thinking something bad had happened to him when the authorities refused to send a search team as it wasn’t yet twenty-four hours since he disappeared from school.

She had heard him talk about the man nonstop every moment of the day, and she couldn’t believe he was here. She could finally thank him for bringing her son home, even though he had lied about a family name that was no longer in use in this day and age. Pendragon? Really? Did he have to lie to her son, who was fascinated by history?

"Where is this Mr. Pendragon, sweetie?" she asked as she stood up after fixing his shoelace. Knowing he wouldn’t like it, she didn’t ruffle his hair.

Ian took her hand and then turned her around to see his friend. "There he is!"

"Where..." She didn’t get to finish her words as she saw him. Her blood hummed in her veins, and her heart seemed to momentarily stop as she recalled how he had kissed her just moments ago.

She could still feel his lingering kiss on her lips, and the heat that had curled in her stomach and lower part was still there. She had gone to the lady’s room to wipe off every trace of what had happened in the conference, but she hadn’t been able to wipe off the persistent feeling in her heart.

Ian smiled as he looked up to see if his mother had seen the man he was pointing at but realized she had frozen in place and was staring back at his friend like his friend had been staring at her. Seeing that neither of them was moving to close the distance, Ian sighed and pulled his mother to where Lucian was standing, too shocked to move.

"Mr. Pendragon, let me introduce you to my Mom, Doctor Eleanor Hart. And Mom, let me introduce you to my best friend, Mr. Lucian Pendragon, who was named after the Beast Emperor! You two can shake hands now." He grabbed his Mom’s hand and took Lucian’s own as they seemed to be too dumbfounded to move for some reason. Then, he clasped them together.

Lucian didn’t know when he gripped her hand into his and tightened his hold on it. "You have a son..." he said. It was more of a statement than a question. "Who is his father?" He didn’t know when he asked that question.

His question seemed to snap her back to her senses, and she pulled her hand away from his quickly. "I appreciate you bringing my son home days ago, Mr. Penn. But my personal life is none of your damn business. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to drop my son off at his school," she said in a low voice so Ian, who was looking at them frowningly, wouldn’t hear. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Taking her reluctant son’s hand, she began to pull him out of the building without waiting to hear his protests.