Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 153

ADELE’S POV

His eyes never left mine as he stood from the bath, water streaming down his body in rivulets that caught the dim light of the bathroom. The cold had done its job-my skin no longer felt like it was on fire-but the heat inside me had only shifted, deeper, hotter, aching for something only he could give.

Lucien stepped out first, strong arms lifting me effortlessly with him. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, my wet breasts pressed to his chest, and I couldn’t look away from his face. Those dark eyes held mine like they were anchoring me to the earth, promising things he’d denied me for months. He reached for a thick towel on the rack without breaking eye contact, then set me gently on the cool marble counter.

The moment his hands left my body, a soft whimper escaped me. I didn’t want distance. Not even an inch. I needed him close, needed the heat of his skin against mine to quiet the throb between my thighs.

He started drying me slowly, reverently. The towel moved over my shoulders, down my arms, across my collarbones.

Every touch was careful, but his gaze was anything but. It was hungry, possessive, like he was memorizing every curve he’d waited so long to touch.

When the towel brushed over my breasts, my nipples tightened instantly, aching from the earlier attention inthe water. I bit my lip, watching his jaw clench as he circled the towel around one breast, then the other, teasing without meaning to.

“Lucien…” His name slipped out like a plea.

He didn’t answer with words. He just kept drying me… down my stomach, over my hips, between my thighs with the softest pressure that made me tremble. My legs parted slightly without me telling them to, and he paused, eyes darkening as he looked at me there, slick and swollen for him. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way he looked at me-like I was everything-made me feel powerful too.

Then he handed me the towel and took another for himself.

I couldn’t stop staring.

He rubbed the towel over his chest, down those hard abs.

Water droplets clung to his skin, sliding lower and lower until my gaze followed them straight to his cock. It was thick, heavy, standing proud against his stomach, the tip glistening.

My mouth went dry. Id felt it against me in the bath, but seeing it…seeing how big he was, how hard he was for me …sent a rush of heat straight to my core. My thighs pressed together on their own, trying to ease the ache.

He caught me looking. A low sound rumbled in his chest, almost a growl, and he dropped the towel to the floor.In two strides he closed the space between us. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, and he whispered, voice rough with want, “You’re so beautiful, Adele.”

I shivered, every nerve ending lighting up at his words, at the way he said my name like a prayer.

Before I could respond, he lifted me again, arms strong and sure, carrying me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The air was warmer here, the sheets cool against my back as he laid me down gently in the center of the bed.

For a long moment, he did nothing-just stood there at the edge, looking down at me. His eyes roamed over every inch of my naked body, lingering on my breasts, my waist, the way my legs had already fallen open for him.

The heat inside me flared again, fierce and impatient. I didn’t want space. I didn’t want him looking from a distance. I wanted him on me, in me, claiming what was his.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, voice trembling with need.

His eyes flicked back to mine, and something soft and intense passed between us. Then he lowered himself slowly, like he was giving me time to change my mind.

But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

His lips brushed mine-soft at first, almost tender..Then deeper. Slower. He kissed me like he had all the time inthe world, like he wanted to taste every breath I took. I moaned into his mouth, the sound low and desperate, and he swallowed it, kissing me harder, tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my toes curl.

His hand moved down my body, cupping one breast, squeezing gently before his thumb circled my nipple. I arched into his touch, gasping against his lips. He rolled the hard peak between his fingers, tugging just enough to-make me whimper.

“Lucien… don’t stop,” I breathed, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I’d waited four months for this.

Four months of aching, of dreaming, of waking up wet and frustrated. If he stopped now, l’d shatter.

A scream tore from my throat as I shattered around his fingers, thighs shaking, back bowing off the bed. Waveafter wave crashed through me, and he kept moving, drawing it out until 1 was panting, trembling, completely wrecked.

When I finally came down, he pulled his fingers out slowly. I watched, breathtess, as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

Fuck.

I whimpered, the sight sending fresh heat rushing through me. “I want you inside me, Lucien,” I whispered, voice raw. “Please.”

He groaned, deep and tortured, hand dropping to his cock.

He stroked himself once, twice, and I couldn’t look away.

This was it. This was really happening. He was finally going to claim me.

He moved over me again, settling between my thighs. I felt the thick head of him rub against my entrance, slick and hot. He pushed in slowly-just the tip-and I gasped at the stretch, the fullness already overwhelming.

Then he froze.

His whole body went rigid. A curse tore from his lips…low, ragged—as he pulled out fast, like touching me burned him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, chest heaving, forehead pressed to mine.I blinked up at him, dazed, body still throbbing with need and now confusion. “Lucien…?”

He closed his eyes, jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break. When he opened them again, there was regret there. Pain. Restraint.

“Please, Adele,” he said, voice hoarse, almost broken. “Let” me just hold you tonight.”