Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 337: "Do you want me to stop?"

Ave sat on the bed as she watched him take off his shirt. He pulled it swiftly over his head, and the nervousness she had tried to hide came rushing back.

His ripped, muscled torso was all sharp lines and hard edges, his skin taut over defined muscles that flexed with every movement.

His broad shoulders looked even more powerful without the barrier of fabric, his waist lean and tight, rippling with strength. Her gaze trailed lower, where his abs were carved in deep ridges, each muscle shifting under her scrutiny.

His pants hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V-cut that disappeared beneath the fabric, teasing her with what lay beneath. And beneath his gray pants, she saw the highlight of what lay beneath. It made itself known with the obvious bulge in his trousers that made her insides heat up instantly.

Lucian caught her staring, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "Like what you see?" His voice was husky, dripping with amusement and heat, and her eyes jerked up to his as those words sounded awfully familiar to her for some reason.

A strong sense of déjà vu overwhelmed her. She had a feeling this had happened before but she couldn’t remember when and how.

Ave swallowed, her fingers curling into the sheets as warmth spread through her along with faceless memories. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t—he was mesmerizing, dangerous in a way that made her pulse flutter wildly and made her nervous. She’d seen men naked and shirtless in her years of being a doctor, but none of them had made her feel this way.

He stepped closer, his golden eyes darkening as he reached for her, his fingers grazing her shoulder, setting fire to her skin. "You can touch me," he murmured, his breath warm against her cheek. "I’m yours, love. Just as you are mine."

Her heart pounded as his hands found her waist, his thumbs brushing over the curve of her stomach before sliding up, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The air between them grew thick, charged with unspoken desire, and when he leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, devastating kiss, she knew there was no turning back, but_

"Wait!" she exclaimed before she knew why she said those words, and he stopped to look down at her. He saw the nervousness in her eyes and smiled. He wasn’t going to rush her; he was going to go slow on her. He was human here, with no beast within him, and he would make every moment worthwhile.

Thus, he moved back from her and laid down on the bed covered with rose petals and watched her, her back to him.

"My love, come lay down," he called her as he patted the space beside him.

After a few moments of hesitation, she stiffly lay down beside him. She had exclaimed for him to wait because a memory was coming to her with his face; she had wanted to see it, but it disappeared the moment he stopped kissing her.

She moved closer to him on the bed, and he cupped her face between his hands and drew it toward his. Their mouths came together in another deep, wet kiss. It was soft, sensual, sexy. Provocatively, his tongue moved in and out of her mouth. Before long, the kiss wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

It was easier to touch him when she wasn’t looking him in the eye. Timidly, she laid her hand on his chest and touched his taut nipple. He grunted with surprise and pleasure but didn’t release her mouth from his thorough kiss.

His skin was warm. His solid chest was alive against her palm. His nipple was raised and firm. She could feel it in the center of her hand. For several minutes, she couldn’t bring herself to move her hand from where it lay. But his kisses were potent, pulling from her all her anxiety and imbuing her with a restless curiosity and desire. Along with it, memories flashed and disappeared in her head.

She moved her fingertips a fraction. More hard muscle. Her thumb glanced over his nipple again. He sucked in a quick breath and held it.

Ave’s hand froze where it was.

"I didn’t mean to scare you," he rasped breathlessly. "Don’t stop. Keep touching me."

"I didn’t expect you to feel so—"

"So what, my heart?"

"So... hard and nice," she whispered.

Laughing softly, he buried his face in her hair and hugged her close. He rolled her on top of him. The shift in positions was so sudden and unexpected that Ave didn’t have time to prepare for the shock of lying between his thighs. Frozen, she stared down into his face.

"If you don’t like it, we can change it," he said gently.

After analyzing it, she realized that she was experiencing arousal, not anxiety. She had been a woman for years, but Lucian was the first man to make her aware of her womanliness. It was a heady, exhilarating awakening for someone who had had a son without knowing a man intimately.

His erection nestled in the vee of her thighs. Warmth radiated from that point of contact to every other part of her body. Her femininity felt feverish. It pulsed with the sweet swelling of arousal. She was aching, and it was delicious.

"I like it, but I don’t know what to do," she said on an anguished whisper. Without her clear past memories, she was inexperienced in some sort of way when it came to this.

"Do whatever you want to, my love. This isn’t a test. You can’t pass or fail. Anything you do is right," he smiled up at her uncertain face.

She lowered her lips to his for another kiss. He held her head steady between his hands while his mouth engaged hers in an orgy of kissing that left them gasping. She threw back her head to draw a breath; he seized the moment and nuzzled her throat.

He raised one hand to the first button on her blouse.

"Wait..."

"I want to see you. Let me touch you."

She hesitated only a moment longer before walking her hands backward over his chest and stomach. Sitting back on her heels between his thighs, she drew Lucian into a sitting position and guided his hand toward her chest.

"I saw a memory of someone gripping me in a painful way..."

Lucian stiffened as he realized the memory she spoke of. "That’s not me," he assured her, but he didn’t tell her who it was. Caelan.

She believed him and nodded her head. She pressed his palm against her breast and said, "Don’t hurt me..."

"Never. I never would. I want to show you how good it can feel to be touched."

She nodded assent and released his hand. He undid the first button and moved to the second. His movements were unhurried. When he was finished with the buttons, he eased the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. Then, reaching inside the loose blouse, he bracketed her ribcage.

"Can I touch your breast, my love?"

His hands felt cool against her skin.

"Yes."

He cupped her left breast. "Tell me when to stop."

He kneaded her gently through her bra. He lightly rubbed his knuckles across her nipple. It drew taut. Involuntarily, she made a small purring sound. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"I’d like to unfasten this," he said, tugging at the bra.

She nodded.

Reaching behind her, he managed somehow to undo the hook, then slipped his hand into the loose cup and took her breast in his hand. She gasped his name.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Soundlessly, she shook her head.

His hand moved over her breast experimentally. It defined and reshaped. She bit her lip when his caress finally focused on her nipple. It was hard and distended even before he began fondling it.

"You’re perfect."

He continued to sweep his thumb across the rigid tip, barely touching it, eliciting chills and heat waves in her.

Ave, made weak by his caresses, bowed her head forward and rested it on his shoulder. She put her arms around him. Her nails sank into the flesh of his back.

"My love, I want to put my mouth on you. Here." He pressed her nipple. "Can I do that?"

She gave her consent with a small movement of her head against his shoulder.

He parted her button up shirt and worked down the cups of her bra. She felt the night air from the open window on her exposed skin. It felt cool against her flushed breasts. His first kiss was soft, tender, affectionate. His lips flirted with her skin. His tongue teased. He brushed the raised tip of her breast with his lips until she thought she would go mad from the unbearable pleasure.

Then his lips drew her in and surrounded her with the hot, sweet, sucking motions of his mouth. Each gentle tug plucked corresponding chords of response deep within her womb. They were glorious, mind-blowing, compelling. Reflexively, she came up to a kneeling position, making herself more accessible.