Chosen By The Cursed Alpha King Chapter 205

ADELE'S POV

His words hung in the air between us, soft and heavy and perfect.

"I love you," he repeated, voice rough with emotion. "I've loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. You drive me insane, Adele. You have no idea how fucking much I love you."

My throat tightened. I stared at him, searching those dark, stormy eyes, and found nothing but raw truth.

"You don't have to say it back," he went on quickly, almost nervous. "I know I've been nothing but a jerk to you for months. I hurt you. Pushed you away. I just… I needed you to know how much you mean to me. How much you've always meant to me."

I couldn't speak for a second. My heart was too full.

Then I leaned in and kissed him—slow, deep, pouring everything I felt into it.

When I pulled back, I rested my forehead against his. "I love you, Lucien," I whispered. "Jerk or not."

A surprised laugh rumbled out of him. "So you accept I'm a jerk?"

I shrugged, smiling against his lips. "You said it yourself."

He grinned—big, real, and so beautiful it hurt. Then the smile faded into something hotter, darker. The air between us shifted instantly.

I was suddenly very aware that I was completely naked on his lap, his hard length pressed against me through his trousers, throbbing with need.

His hands slid up my bare back, pulling me closer. Our mouths crashed together again—hungry, desperate. I moaned into the kiss, grinding down on him without thinking.

"Lucien… please," I breathed against his lips. "I want to touch you."

He didn't need to be told twice.

In seconds, his jacket was gone, tossed across the room. His shirt followed—buttons popping as he ripped it open. I helped yank it off his shoulders, and then my hands were on him—warm, hard muscle under my palms.

His chest was perfection: broad, defined, rising and falling fast under my touch. I traced every ridge, every line, feeling his heart hammer against my fingers.

He groaned, head falling back for a second before he stood—lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he turned me, laying me down gently on the rose petals.

Then he stepped back, eyes locked on mine as he unbuckled his belt.

The sound of leather sliding free made me shiver.

He shoved his trousers and boxers down in one go, kicking them aside.

Goddess.

He stood there completely naked—tall, powerful, proud. His cock was thick and hard, curving up toward his stomach, and the sight of him like that, all for me, made my mouth dry and my core clench.

He climbed over me slowly, muscles flexing, eyes never leaving mine. When he settled between my thighs, I wrapped my legs around him again, pulling him down.

He kissed me—soft at first, then deeper. His hand slid between us, guiding himself to my entrance.

Then he froze.

His voice came out low, almost shy. "I've never been inside any woman before."

I blinked up at him, stunned. "You're… a virgin?"

He bit his lip, nodding once. "Yeah."

The thought hit me like lightning—Lucien, big and powerful and wanted by everyone, had never been with anyone. Only me. The possessiveness that surged through me was overwhelming.

His eyes darkened, voice dropping to something dangerous and sexy. "But that doesn't mean I don't know exactly what I'm doing… or how I'm gonna make you sore tonight."

I laughed breathlessly, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Well…even if you don't know exactly what you're doing…"

"Hey," he growled playfully, nipping my bottom lip. "I know what I'm doing."

I smiled, pulling him closer. "Then we'll learn together. With each other's bodies. Since we're each other's first."

He groaned like I'd wounded him, kissing me hard. "Fuck, I love you."

Then he rested his forehead against mine, breathing deep.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered.

He reached between us, lining himself up. The thick head of him pressed against me, stretching me slowly.

I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

He pushed in—just the tip—and his jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his forehead.

"Fuck," he hissed. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes—don't stop."

"Never," he promised, voice shaking with restraint.

He pushed deeper—slow, steady, letting me adjust. I felt every inch of him, thick and hot, filling me in a way that made my toes curl. It burned, but in the best way.

I clung to him, legs tightening around his waist.

He stopped halfway, breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut. "Are you okay, little mate?"

I rolled my hips experimentally, and he groaned, hands fisting the sheets.

Then he pushed again—deeper—until I felt him break through that last barrier. A sharp sting made me gasp, but it faded fast, replaced by fullness, by him.

He sank all the way in, burying himself to the hilt.

We both stilled.

He was inside me.

Completely.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice ragged. "You're choking me."

His eyes opened, meeting mine…wild, full of awe and love and raw need.

I moved my hips again, just a little.

He cursed under his breath, forehead dropping to mine.

And then he was fully seated inside me—deep, perfect, mine.