Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

050 You're Perfect +25 Bonus You're Perfect ADELE'S POV "Lucien..." His name left my lips in a broken moan as his tongue moved against me, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every taste. His thumb pressed gently on my clit, circling in perfect rhythm, and the pleasure hit me so hard my vision blurred at the edges. Goddess, the sight of him. Lucien's dark head buried between my thighs, broad shoulders flexing as he held me open, mouth working me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. Water from the shower still lung to his hair, making it look even messier, sexier.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine-dark, hungry, full of raw devotion and the smirk that tugged at his glistening lips nearly undid me right there. He pulled back just enough to speak, voice rough and low. "You taste so fucking good, Adele." Then he dove back in. My mouth fell open, a silent cry escaping as his tongue flicked faster, teasing my clit with quick, relentless strokes. My hips tried to buck, instinct screaming for more, for less, for everything, but his strong hands pinned me to the bed. No escape. No mercy. Just pure, overwhelming pleasure.

I was breathless, sensitive, every nerve on fire. My fingers tangled lighter in his hair, pulling him closer because I couldn't get enough. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold on, but when his finger slid inside me-thick, curling just right-my control snapped. I came hard. The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, pulling me under. My back arched off the bed, thighs shaking around his head as I cried out his name again and again. He didn't stop. His mouth stayed on me, tongue lapping gently now, drawing out every last shudder.

His finger curled inside, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes, and he drank me down like he was starving for it. When it finally faded, I was trembling, chest heaving, skin flushed and oversensitive. Lucien pressed one last soft kiss to my inner thigh before crawling back up my body. His mouth found mine immediately-rough, possessive, tasting of me. I kissed him back just as fiercely, hands roaming over his shoulders, his back, needing to feel every inch of him. His cock pressed hot and heavy against my stomach, throbbing with need.

My eyes dropped to it without thinking, and my mouth actually watered. I'd never done this before...but right now, with him looking at me like I was his entire world, I wanted to taste him. Wanted to make him feel even half of what he'd just given me. He caught me staring. His hand came up, fingers gently gripping my chin, tilting my face to his. "What's going on in that pretty head, little mate?" I licked my lips, voice barely above a whisper. "I want to taste you, A deep groan rumbled in his chest. His eyes darkened, jaw clenching like he was fighting for control.

"Are you sure?" Instead of answering with words, I pushed at his chest. He let me, olling onto his back with a surprised huff. I climbed over him, straddling his thighs, and his hands settled on my hips like they belonged there. "We'll see," I whispered, echoing his carlier tease. He was heavy in my hands-hot, thick, velvet-smooth over steel.wrapped my fingers around him, stroking once, and his hips jerked. A low curse fell from his lips. I leaned down, heart racing, and brought my tongue out to taste the head. Salty, warm, purely him.

I moaned softly at the flavor, and Lucien's hand flew to my hair, gripping gently. "Fuck," he groaned, head falling back against the pillows. Emboldened, I took him into my mouth slowly. He was big-more than I expected-and it felt like an invasion at first, 1/2 050 You're Perfect +25 Bonus stretching my lips, filling my mouth. But I liked it. Liked the weight of him on my tongue, the way his thighs tensed under my hands. I started slow, sucking gently, exploring with my tongue. Up and down, taking just half of him at first, finding a rhythm.

His breathing turned ragged above me, fingers tightening in my hair not pushing, just holding, letting me set the pace. I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse again. Encouraged, I tried to take him deeper, relaxing my throat. He tasted clean, masculine, addictive. "Easy there, little mate," he rasped, voice strained. "Little at a time." But I didn't want little. I wanted all of him-the sounds he made, the way his abs flexed every time I swirled my tongue, the gentle tug on my hair when I did something he liked.

I licked along the underside, sucked the head like it was candy, played with him until his control started to crack. "You're so fucking sexy," he growled, eyes locked on me, dark and wild. "I think I'm gonna-" His warning came too late. He came with a deep, guttural groan, hips bucking slightly as he spilled into my mouth. The taste was strange-salty, slightly bitter-but I swallowed anyway, wanting every part of him. When he softened a little, I moved lower, curious, licking gently at his balls. Lucien's hand shot out, pulling me back up with a breathless laugh. "No more.

No more before you kill me." I let him tug me up, straddling his waist again. His chest rose and fell fast, eyes glazed with satisfaction and something deeper- adoration, love. His hands slid up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I leaned down, pressing my forehead to his. "You okay?" He chuckled, low and warm, arms wrapping around me tight. "More than okay. You're perfect." We stayed like that for a long moment-just breathing, hearts slowing together, bodies tangled. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, gentle and reverent, like he couldn't believe I was real!

I felt safe. Wanted. Cherished. And for the first time in months, there was no distance between us No walls. Just us. D Comments Support Share 2/2 Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.