Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King (Emilia) novel Chapter 194

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.

Fuck.

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.

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 shining.When I reached for the shampoo, she took the sponge from my hand.

“My turn,” she whispered.

I stood still as she ran the soapy sponge over my chest-slow, deliberate circles across my pecs, down my abs. Her fingers traced the lines of muscle, exploring me like she was memorizing every inch.

Then mischief sparkled in her eyes.

The sponge dropped.

Her hand wrapped around my cock.

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.

Fuck.

I lost it.

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.

Nothing could ever touch what we have.

Ever.