Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 339: Reluctant to go

A ray of sunlight fell across Lucian’s face. Sunlight didn’t filter into the windows of his penthouse in the skyscraper because the curtains were always drawn, so for a moment, he wasn’t sure where he was or why he was feeling so damn good and happy.

He opened one eye, saw the room decor, and smelled the rose petals, suddenly remembering why he should be feeling like the king of the world today. His wife had remembered their life together, and they’d had a wonderful night together. She had agreed to go back with him—well, she hadn’t said it with her words, but her body and kiss had given him the answers he needed.

Wearing only a happy smile, he rolled to his other side, eager to pull her sweet body against his for another round of lovemaking before they would go and meet their son, who he was eager to tell and hold as a father, and try to make up for all the time he had not been there for him. But then...

The other side of the bed was empty!

Alarmed, he threw off the sheet and flung himself off the bed in such a hurry that he almost fell face-first. He called her name, but it echoed off the walls of the empty house. He stumbled to the large open window on the left side of the bed. He moved aside the soft, sheer curtains and searched the garden with his eyes, anxiety making his chest feel tight.

Had she left before he woke up because she didn’t want to go back home with him? Those thoughts ran through his mind as he parted his lips to call her name once again but stopped.

She hadn’t left him. He let out a deep breath of relief when he spotted her, then leaned against the window to enjoy the morning view of her.

She was dressed, but her feet were bare. Sunlight caught in her tangled red locks, setting them ablaze with warm highlights. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he called out to her.

She looked up toward the second-story window where he was. "Good morning." Her shining smile rivaled the new sun, and his heart seemed to miss a thousand beats at once at the beautiful sight of her in the garden.

She had somehow managed to slit the front of her pencil skirt to make movement more free, and she held a basket in hand. She had filled it with red plums.

"Plums fresh off the tree for breakfast. I’ve already had some. They’re delicious," she called out to him with a smile.

"Not as delicious as you," Lucian said to himself, and the first stirring of arousal tweaked his loins.

"Are you coming down?" she asked, waving the basket in his direction.

Turning back into the room, he located his pants at the foot of the bed and hastily pulled them on. He didn’t bother buttoning the fly or putting on his shoes before jogging down the hallway. He leaped over the stairs and burst through the front door at a run.

The garden was empty when he got to where he had seen her from the window.

"Aveline!"

Suddenly, it struck him where he would find her. He ran through the large garden. Sure enough, on the other side of it, he found her sitting on the swing he had fixed a few days ago under the large oak tree that took up space in the garden.

He was out of breath by the time he reached her—more from excitement than exertion. He placed his hands on the ropes supporting the swing and leaned down to kiss her.

Her lips were moist with plum juice, and, though only their mouths were touching, it was a potent kiss. When he lifted his lips from hers, he looked down at her through eyes that were drowsy with lust.

She had knotted her shirt tails at her waist but, to his delight, hadn’t bothered buttoning it. From his vantage point, he could see the enticing cleft between her breasts.

"I like your attire, Mrs. Pendragon."

She flushed at the way he addressed her and flushed even more when he slid his hand into her shirt and covered her sun-warmed breast.

Since the day Lucian had seen her in this modern world, she always reported to work looking like a woman of the world, a female ruler on her way up. Even in her hospital attire, she emanated an unapproachable professional air. The days she had avoided him, and he’d only watched her from a distance, she had looked in every way unapproachable and untouchable to him.

This barefoot, shiny-faced, disheveled Ave was so different, and she aroused him even without trying—with her smile alone.

She leaned her head against his forearm and sighed pleasurably over his bold caress on her breast. She had woken earlier because she hadn’t been able to sleep and had instead watched him sleep and caressed his face and hair that rested against her chest.

Many thoughts had gone through her head as she lay next to him. Thoughts like—had she cheated on her husband for sleeping with him in this body, even though he had the same face? But then that thought was immediately wiped away by the fact that the future she was living now was not even real, and all the people in it would not exist had she not made that deal with the goddess.

It wasn’t real. It was a real world, but many in it weren’t. Like the Penn and the Hart family—they were the misplacement of her being here and changing things. If she chose to go back, they would not exist anymore.

When he grazed the tip of her nipple, she arched her back and bit her bottom lip.

"I couldn’t find my underwear and bra in the room," she said. It was true—she’d looked around when she woke up this morning.

"I like you the way you are without those things," he said with a grin.

Her cheeks turned the same color as the ripe plums lying in her lap now.

He laughed, and it felt odd... and good. It was as though he had lost a hundred pounds overnight. He felt that light, that free. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this way.

He was happy again.

The estate was large and beautiful to Lucian. Even though modern people considered it empty and old, to him, it was private and romantic—their island of seclusion in the midst of a crazy, loud world.

The birds seemed to have slept late, as the garden was quiet and peaceful. The air was sultry and still. It was a hazy, lazy morning when everything that lived and breathed hinted at lovemaking.

He wished he could stop the clock for about a hundred years and spend every minute of it making love to Ave.

"Get up and let me sit down."

"Then where will I sit?" she asked saucily.

"On my lap." He grinned.

The idea must have appealed to her because she got up to let him have the swing, then sat down on his lap.

"Plums?" she offered the moment she sat down on his lap.

He bit into the plum she held to his mouth. The sweet, fragrant juice oozed out of it, running over her hand, down his chin, and dripping onto his bare chest.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Mm-hmm."

He curved his arm around her neck, tilted her head back, and kissed her with unhidden lust and passion.

When it ended, he sighed, "I like it very much."

He guided her hand up to her own mouth. She took a bite off the same side he had bitten from. He forced her to take another one, then another, until her mouth was full and juice was streaming over her chin and down her throat.

Lucian watched it trickle onto her chest before lowering his head and licking it up.

He untied the knot at her waist and parted her shirt, baring her breasts to the sunlight and his own seeking lips.

Forgetting about the plum in her hand, she folded her arms around his neck and leaned back, offering her throat and breasts to him.

He kissed his way up to her lips.

When their mouths fused, he growled deep in his throat.

He turned her to face him and guided her legs to rest on his hips.

As they kissed, her body squirmed against his, making him crazy.

Against his lips, she murmured, "Would you mind if I—"

He didn’t let her finish because he understood what she meant. "No, not at all. Do whatever you want."

Her hand disappeared beneath her skirt, which was bunched around her waist. When her fingertips brushed him, he moaned. When her hand cupped his testicles, he muttered a mix of surprised curses. And when she lifted his cock out of his pants, he kissed her hard.

She guided it into her body and took all of it, slowly sheathing every hard inch.

Lucian nudged the ground with his heel, and the swing moved forward, driving him even higher into her. The pleasure was immense. Then the swing arced back, and Ave was pressed down on him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"Don’t let me hurt you, my love," he whispered.

"It doesn’t hurt. But I can feel more of you than usual."

"I’m in deeper."

"Yes..." she moaned.

The swing continued to rock. Each time it started to slow down or stop altogether, Lucian would give them a gentle push. He was ready to come before she was, but he held back. Dipping his head low, he whisked his tongue across her nipple, then rapidly fanned it until he felt her body begin to close around his like a velvet fist.

She gave a series of choppy, breathy cries as her body milked from his a long climax.

They clung to each other, damp with sweat and sticky with lovemaking and plum juice. After a slumberous time, he raised his head and gazed into her face. He brushed damp tendrils of hair off her cheeks.

"I woke up this morning," he began softly, "and before I even realized where I was, I wondered why I felt so good and happy. I still can’t believe you are back." He kissed her forehead.

She smiled, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "I feel good, too, but..."

Her "but" made his smile begin to slowly fall as he noticed something in her expression. He cupped her face and made her look at him.

"You will go back to Pendragon with me, won’t you?" he asked, holding his breath. That was the only thing that mattered to him. When she hesitated, his breath caught in his lungs, and his chest tightened.

"Why?" he asked, his voice that had been filled with happiness a moment ago beginning to waver.

"I didn’t say I won’t go, but..."

"But what, my love? What are you so afraid of that would make you hesitate?" he groaned in hurt frustration.

She looked past him, her eyes slowly filling with tears, and her lips trembled as she spoke, "Ian... our son. We can’t go back with him. If I go back with you, time will continue with me still pregnant—he won’t be there. And what if I give birth to a child that’s not him, and what if..." She couldn’t finish her words as she began to cry and dropped her head against his chest.

She wanted to go back with Lucian because now that she had her memories, she could not imagine her life here without him. But what she could not think about was parting with her son. She had watched him grow into who he was now, and apart from the fact that she feared she might not have him again, she remembered that her first son would carry her husband’s curse.

She could live with that because she knew that with Lucian and her, they would help their child overcome many things Lucian had no one to help him with. She knew more about her powers, and she could help him every full moon, but what she was finding hard to do was part with Ian.

Would he still be the same if she gave birth to him again in Pendragon? Or would she give birth to another child that wasn’t him?

Lucian held her to him without saying anything because he was also at a loss. Before he came here, Rylan had told him that the Goddess had laid a curse—that if Ave were to return, their first child would be cursed like him. He knew about that, but then what he had also learned from his life was that a curse could be a blessing in some cases if one accepted it.

His curse had saved him in many ways. He’d made peace with his beast and accepted him as himself, and he’d been granted fast healing that he’d taken for granted—until now, in this mere human body, where even a little hit hurt. If his son was cursed like him, he would train him to not fight it and become one with it, and when he suffered under the red moon, his mother would always be there to help.

With both of them there, their son would not suffer as Lucian had. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but fall into despair at the thought that if they let Ian go now, he might never come back to them again. He had liked that boy even before knowing he was his son.

But then, as he thought about it, he realized there was no way Ian wouldn’t return to them. He would still be the same child growing in her womb in Pendragon.

"I can’t leave my son... and I can’t lose you as well," she cried quietly in his arms.

"Aveline?" he whispered, tilting her chin up so she would look at him. When her teary blue eyes met his, he said, "Nothing will change about your pregnancy. You will still have the same son—you’ll just have to bring him up all over again. Ian will always be ours. And from what I’ve noticed, he struggles to fit into this time. His soul belongs in Pendragon. He likes the name even without knowing he was meant to be there. Our son will still be ours, but this time, I will be in his life as he grows. We will be a family."

Though his words brought some peace to her restless mind, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she was abandoning her son. Any mother in her place would feel the same, and that was what broke her heart the most—the fact that she would have to say goodbye to him here.

"Can we spend some more days with him here?" she asked hopefully.

Lucian’s eyes delved into hers as a bitter smile graced his lips. "That will be prolonging the inevitable. The more you spend here, the more we prolong the time we are to expect having him in Pendragon."

Her lips trembled uncontrollably as she hiccupped. "Then can we at least be with him for the whole of today? I need to apologize to him for so many things and make it up to him. He needs to know that he has a father and you are him. Lucian, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself if we return to Pendragon and I don’t have Ian again..."

Lucian’s arms tightened around her, and he stroked her hair while he fought his own emotions. He might not have known Ian for as long as his wife did, but his heart was dreading going back without him and then having another baby instead of him.

"That won’t happen. We will have Ian again..." he assured with false certainty just so she would stop crying. She believed him and wiped her tears, and he felt bad because he was not certain.

On a catchy little breath, she said, "We should go and spend the rest of the day with him." She softly kissed his lips before getting down from his lap and the swing and rearranging her skirt. She ran back into the house to get ready, and Lucian watched her retreating back with a lump raising in his throat.

He had never thought anything would make it hard for him to go back to Pendragon, but now he had a son he wasn’t certain would come again to them in Pendragon.