Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 295: Affairs

[Warning: This Chapter contains explicit mature content. If you’re uncomfortable with such scenes, feel free to skip the first half and continue reading.]

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Zane and I are having an affair—how strange for me to pen the word. He seduced me last night in the parlor of the Empress’s quarters. I had thought that he would remove his clothes and couple with me on the couch as I shamelessly let him touch me in places no one has before. But he did not. He didn’t take off one stitch of his clothes, not even loosening his collar, while I lay against him almost naked. Quite disappointing.

However, my bare skin against the fabric of his coat was a strange but pleasing sensation. I never thought myself so depraved, but it made me feel rather wild and wanton. I would have done anything in that room, anything he wanted me to, but he gently suggested I get dressed and go before Her Majesty started to wonder where I was.

I did, but the way he kissed me before I departed promised more adventures at a later time. And good heavens, did I have an adventure last night when he escorted me back...’ Thalia paused in her writing to listen to the wind beating at the windows before she resumed.

’When he came to my chamber and lay on my bed, staring at me as I changed into my nightdress, I boldly told him how much I’d liked feeling his clothes against my body in the parlor room. He smiled that warm, melting smile of his as he sat up and said that if I liked that sort of sensation, I could pull down my dress then and there and sit bare-buttocked on his lap.

The thought shamelessly aroused me instantly, and Zane seemed to know it, curse the man. I believe he likes putting me in this state. I did not obey because I think I give in too easily. As a woman and a royal, I should not give in to him that easily.

Zane smiled as I told him that he had seen quite a lot of my bare skin, while I hadn’t seen a bit of his. Yes, I know we did it naked the first time, but I had not gotten to look before reality hit me. I was surprised when he asked me which part of his body I wished to see at that moment.

I, of course, wanted to see all of him.

The feel of hard muscle beneath the rich attires he wore lately suggests a body well-honed, and the thought of viewing any part of it makes me warm with excitement. Unfortunately, he had an important errand with the prince of Banzai and my brother that needed him to not stay long in my chamber.

He told me I could view any part I wished, but I’d have to open that part of his clothing myself. Curious and depraved as I am, I hesitantly reached over and began to unfasten his trousers.

He sat back and let me, his eyes closing to slits of hazel and gray. He spread his legs but refused to help me. This frustrated me because men’s clothes are complicated twists. I don’t know how they manage. I had to unbutton and untie and move several pieces of fabric before I finally found what I sought.

Zane was shaking by the time I finished—with laughter, I believe.

At last, his clothes parted, and I was able to reveal that part of a man’s anatomy that is completely foreign to me, even though it had been in me once.

I am pleased to say I felt no embarrassment or timidity as I looked at it. I acted impulsively and closed my hand around it and drew it forth from his trousers.

Zane did not need to be embarrassed either at my curiosity. He is perfectly shaped. His shaft is smooth, very warm in the cool room. It ends in a wide tip, like a cap with a tiny slit in its middle. I hope no one ever reads what I am about to write down today, or I might kill myself...

I stroked my finger over the slit, and he made a hungry noise that startled me at first. Realizing he liked this, I moved my thumb over the tip in a circular motion until he groaned again. I played with him thus, enjoying my power of making him behave this way.

I changed my technique and began to experiment until I realized the part he enjoyed the most. I grasped his shaft and stroked my fingers up and down it, tickling my way around the flange.

Zane put his hand over his face and wrapped his other arm tightly around me. I rested my cheek on his chest and kept up my play with his fascinating appendage.

After a while, I wanted more. He still had some time before he would leave, so I slid to my knees in front of him. I studied him a little while at eye level, enjoying looking over every part of him.

Then I leaned over and took him into my mouth.

Zane jumped like I’d stung him. I feared I’d hurt him, but when I tried to back away, he laced his fingers through my hair and pulled me to him again.

I’d never tasted a man’s shaft before, and I licked it, assessing what it was like. I found the taste faintly salty but darker, different from his lips.

I speculated whether I could put a love bite on him here like he put one on me that day, and when I began to try, he moaned out loud.

He moved his legs farther apart while I worked, and his feet flexed in his boots. I heard him whisper my name, but I couldn’t reply, my mouth being far too full of him.

I couldn’t quite leave a love bite, though I tried for a long time. When I finally gave up, I pushed my mouth back over his shaft, as though I meant to swallow it entirely. The thought excited me. I wanted to devour him. I didn’t understand the wanting, but I pushed him into my mouth as far as he could go.

I know he liked this because he wrapped his legs around my middle, and the sounds that came out of his mouth were incoherent. His hips moved, making him rise out of the seat. I felt gleeful that I could torment him this way, just as he’d tormented me. I now knew how to give him such pleasure he couldn’t keep still.

I dipped my hand between his spread legs to find the round firmness of his balls and entertained my curiosity moving them gently in my palm. I felt him shudder, felt the pulsing inside him, and then suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me back. He let out a loud groan as he made his release.

Zane dragged me up onto the bed without bothering to refasten his trousers. He kissed me hard, despite what I’d just done, as though he wanted to taste what lingered on my lips. He looked at me and said nothing at all, but his grip on my face softened.

Finally, he growled a little and gathered me into his arms. He held me, stroking and kissing my hair until he realized he had to leave. I...’

Thalia had been writing that moment with a smile playing on her flushed face when he had knocked on the door. And now that he was sitting next to her again on the bed asking what was wrong after she hid her diary, she wondered what he would think if he saw what she had written.

She no longer cared what he thought about her. If she would live the life of a spinster, she wanted to have fun with him until he found his dream woman. She would not force him into any marriage and would rather continue having a secret affair.

Before he could get curious about her diary, Thalia laid her hands on his chest and pushed him back on her bed to lay down.

"Will you stay the night?" she asked softly as she lay beside him. He had spent two nights in her chambers since the time they had started their affair.

"That’s why I came here straight. I’m staying here tonight," he breathed as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Zane wouldn’t be here or having his way with her if he had not already decided she would be his wife.

He wasn’t going to push the topic as she avoided it, but once everything settled down and they finally got their hands on Elara, Zane planned to tell her brother and everyone about their relationship and marry her.

For now, though, he enjoyed their secret relationship because he knew he would finalize it if he had to fight her brother for it. He had branded her as his since the day she saved his life.

"Princess," Zane drawled out as he moved her to lay half on him and the bed, their faces facing each other before he continued. "Do you know what might be wrong with Her Majesty?" he asked gently while playing with the strands of her hair between his fingers.

Zane didn’t like how Lucian had been behaving because his wife was pulling away from him. Ave was the only one capable of taming Lucian’s temper and bringing him to a good mood, but lately, he was behaving more like himself before she came into his life.

He killed without second thoughts and punished people for the slightest mistakes. Even Zane had started to be cautious around him. Lucian had once said he suspected his wife was hiding something from him, but he wouldn’t push her to tell him. If he could figure out what that was, perhaps he could bring them back together and put an end to this.

If there was someone who could tell him what Ave was hiding from her husband that she kept locking him out of her quarters, it was Lydia or his princess. Whenever he tried to talk to Lydia, the brat third prince was always with her when she wasn’t with her mistress, and the prince refused to allow him to have a word with her in private and said whatever he wanted to ask Lydia, he would be there to hear it. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

He didn’t know what came over Prince Orion, but the young man was beginning to annoy him with how he wasn’t giving him a chance to investigate the girl. Now he had to ask his own woman about it, as she was close to Ave.

Thalia was silent at his question. She had promised Ave not to tell anyone about her pregnancy. Thalia wouldn’t like to betray that friendship because Ave had kept her own secret.

"I can’t tell you," she muttered as she looked up to meet his eyes.

"Then you mean something is indeed wrong with her? Is she sick?" Zane asked, about to rise from the bed, but Thalia pushed him back down and shook her head.

"She’s not sick, and please don’t make me betray a promise by telling you what she’s hiding," she pleaded as he noticed she was about to be pushed to tell him. The moment she dared to tell him, she knew Lucian would hear about it. Even though she didn’t know why Ave was hiding it, she wouldn’t want it to come from her.

Zane sighed and relaxed back on the bed, pulling Thalia down with him. He could make her tell him if he pushed, but he wouldn’t want to come between her closeness with Ave to ease his friend of his worries and burden.

"It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me," he breathed as he kissed away her frown and then watched her relax. His eyes trailed down to her lips. Smiling, he whispered, "I want to kiss you." He didn’t let her reply before he kissed her lips. Meanwhile, as he was enjoying another moment with the princess, Ave was contemplating confronting Lucian about something.