Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Novel

Avoiding The Question LUCIEN'S POV I froze. Her words hung between us, soft and confused, cutting straight through the haze of pleasure still buzzing in my veins. This is my first time having sex...but I thought...that was supposed to be left inside me. My eyes snapped to hers. Those gray eyes...wide, searching.. looked back at me like she genuinely didn't understand. f**k. For one heartbeat, I couldn't speak. My chest tightened, guilt and protectiveness crashing over me all at once. She was right. I should've been inside her when I came. Filling her. Marking her in the deepest way possible.

But I hadn't-because I couldn't risk it. Not yet. I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned down and kissed her-slow, tender, pouring every ounce of love I felt into it. When I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice came out rough. "You want me to come inside you, baby?" Her cheeks flushed instantly, eyes going even wider I chuckled...low, awkward, a little embarrassed. "Let's get you cleaned up first." Before she could answer, I slid my arms under her thighs and behind her back, lifting her off the bed in one smooth motion.

She gasped, legs automatically wrapping around my waist, arms looping around my neck. I carried her into the bathroom, careful not to jostle her too much. When she winced slightly, I froze mid-step. "Are you okay?" I asked, voice soft, worry spiking hard. She nodded against my shoulder. "Yes... just a little sore." I kissed her temple. "I've got you." I turned on the shower with one hand, letting the water heat up while I held her close. Steam started to rise, filling the bathroom with warmth. When the temperature was perfect, I stepped under the spray with her still in my arms.

The hot water poured over us both. 1/4 Avaldrig the fluestion I set her down gently, making sure she was steady on her feet. Then I grabbed the soft sponge and her favorite lavender body wash. I lathered it up and started washing her-slow, careful strokes over her shoulders, down her arms, across her back I knelt in front of her, washing her stomach, her thighs, between her legs with the gentlest touch I could manage. She watched me the whole time, eyes soft and shiring. When I reached for the shampoo, she took the sponge from my hand. "My turn," she whispered.

deliberate circles across my pecs, she was memorizing every I stood still as she ran the soapy sponge over my chest-slow down my abs. Her fingers traced the lines of muscle, exploring me like inch. Then mischief sparkled in her eyes. The sponge dropped. Her hand wrapped around my c**k. I groaned-deep, warning-head falling back. "Adele..." "You're sore," I managed through gritted teeth. "Stop." "I'm fine," she whispered, stroking me slowly. f**k. I lost it. I pressed her back against the cool tile wall, hands braced on either side of her head. Water poured over us, streaming down our bodies.

I kissed her...hard, desperate...tongue sliding against hers, tasting her moans. I lifted her again. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly. I lined myself up and pushed inside her-slow, careful, but deep. We both groaned. I was still getting used to this feeling-her tight, warm grip squeezing me like she'd never let go. I started moving-slow at first, then harder, water splashing around us as I drove into her. Her head fell back against the tile, moans echoing off the walls. I took one n****e into my mouth, sucking hard, then the other, worshipping her while I f****d her deeper.

"I love you," I groaned against her skin. "I love you so f*****g much it hurts." She came first-hard, clenching around me, crying out my name. 2/4 I couldn't hold on. I pulled out fast, turning her around so her back was to my chest. I pressed her against the wall, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other fisting myself. I came hard...hot ropes painting her perfect ass. We stayed like that for a long moment-breathing hard, water still pouring over us. She tried to turn, but I held her gently in place, pressing soft kisses along her shoulder, her neck. We let the water wash everything away.

When we finally stepped out, I grabbed the big fluffy towel and dried her first-every inch of her, careful and thorough. Then I dried myself, feeling her eyes on me the whole time. She wanted to ask something...I could see it...but she held back. We changed the sheets together, laughing softly when we got tangled in the fabric. Then she suddenly grabbed a pillow and hit me with it-hard. I narrowed my eyes, smirking. "You're asking for it." She hit me again. That was it. I tackled her onto the bed, fingers finding her sides, tickling mercilessly. She screamed with laughter, thrashing under me.

"Stop! Lucien-stop!" I only tickled harder until she was breathless, cheeks red, eyes sparkling. I stopped. She looked up at me...flushed, spent, gorgeous. I leaned down and kissed her-soft, sweet, lingering. Then I pulled her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her tight. Our breathing slowed together. I pressed my lips to her hair. "I want to spend every night like this," I whispered. "With you in my arms. Happy. Safe." She snuggled closer, voice sleepy and soft. "I love you, Lucien." I felt her relax completely, body going limp as sleep took her.

I held her tighter, heart so full it hurt. With her in my arms...warm, safe, mine...it felt like nothing could touch us. 3/4 Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.