Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 181

ADELE’S POV

The steam swirled around us, thick and hot, but it had nothing on the heat in Lucien’s eyes. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. In one smooth blur of motion, his shirt hit the floor, pants followed, and then the glass door slid open. Warm water sprayed over his bare skin as he stepped in, crowding me back until my shoulders met the cool tile wall.

He pinned me there with his body-hard, wet, and so very naked. His hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. Water poured down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, dripping from his dark hair onto my skin. We were both breathing hard, chests rising and falling fast, the air between us electric.

His lips hovered just an inch from mine, close enough that I could feel his breath, taste the want on it.

“Let me take care of that ache between your legs,” he whispered, voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over silk.

My heart slammed against my ribs. I tilted my chin up, defiant even though my body was already screaming yes.” What makes you think you’ve earned it?”

His eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the gold flecks. He leaned closer, forehead almost touching mine, water running in rivulets down his face.”I don’t deserve you,” he said, the words raw and honest. y know that. But I’ll spend the rest of my life being better.

For you. Only you.”

Then he kissed me.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hot and messy and desperate-like every second of the past four months, every rejected touch, every cold night, came crashing down at once. His mouth claimed mine, hungry and demanding, tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak. I kissed him back just as hard, hands fisting in his wet hair, pulling him closer.

He groaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me. Strong hands gripped my thighs and lifted me effortlessly, pressing me harder against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him flush against me. I felt him-hard, thick, throbbing-right where I needed him most, and a whimper escaped my lips.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air. “You’re not playing fair.”

He smirked, wicked and gorgeous, water clinging to his lashes. “Who said I like to play fair?”

Then he kissed me again-deeper, rougher, stealing every breath I had. I arched into him, nipples dragging across his chest, sparks shooting straight to my core. He felt it, growled low, and rolled his hips, grinding against me in a slow, torturous drag that made me see stars.

“Lucien… don’t stop,” I moaned, head falling back againstthe tile.

One hand slid up my body, cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple before pinching just hard enough to make me gasp. The other kept me pinned, fingers digging into my thigh like he was afraid I’d disappear.

I couldn’t take it anymore My hand slipped between us, wrapping around his cock-hot, velvet over steet. + squeezed, stroking once, twice.

He tore his mouth from mine with a ragged groan. “Fuck, Adele…”

Then he leaned in and blew a cool breath across my slick folds.

I whimpered, hips jerking, fingers clutching the sheets.

He smirked against my skin, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “So wet for me already.”

Before I could fire back, he flattened his tongue and dragged it up my center in one slow, deliberate lick.

Everything stopped.

My breath. My thoughts. The world.Pleasure exploded through me, white-hot and overwhelming. I cried out, back arching off the bed, hands fiying to his hair.

Right then, with his mouth on me, his tongue circling my clit with perfect pressure, his big hands holding my thighs open so I couldn’t escape the intensity- knew I’d already lost.

The game was over.

And goddess, I didn’t even care.