The Cursed Prince's Strange Bride

[SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD] 18+ ONLY.

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Not that there was much on the dressing table, but everything on it fell to the ground, causing a noise in the peaceful night.

But the two responsible for it didn't flinch. Harold's lips found her neck, and as he kissed and suckled, it took everything in him not to take a bite, even though his wolf was desperately fighting for it.

Alicia's hands were all over him. She could not get enough of touching him in her real skin. And the thought made a sob escape her lips. A happy sob.

Harold stopped kissing her immediately, as did the hand on her thigh.

He buried his head in her shoulder in defeat as he panted and shook his head. "I'm so stupid. I'm sorry--"

"No." She shook her head as she spoke softly while running her hand through the locks of his hair.

"I'm... happy to be with you like this." She said before bringing his face up so he would look at her.

He looked at her; the purple in his eyes had faded back to blue, with only some hints of red still loitering around. But he seemed to have returned to his senses.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and brought him down again, pressing their lips together. This time, he wasn't as aggressive as he was earlier. He wasn't simply being guided by lust for Alicia Queen but by desire and love.

As much as his crazy wolf was trying to show up and force its way to handle things in the usual aggressive way, Harold did all he could to push it back while he let Alicia take the charge this time. Without hesitation, her tongue entered and stroked against his.

When he let out a guttural growl, Alicia giggled into his mouth, and so did he.

Once again, she wrapped her legs around his waist and removed one hand from around his neck to shamelessly glide down his body to the lower region.

Before her hand could touch the 'prize,' he lifted her effortlessly off the table and started walking towards the bed. She yelped in surprise and quickly went back to holding him around his neck, but it was practically useless because she was dropped to the bed while he hovered above her without crushing her with his waist, and in that position, his long hair fell forward.

Alicia watched as he sexily used a hand to push them from his face to the back. His muscles bulged right in front of her eyes.

Of course, he had always been this sexy. She felt an intense heat burning her from within, and all of a sudden, even the towel weakly wrapped around her waist was too much clothing for her.

Slowly, with their gazes firmly locked, she reached to loosen it.

Harold blinked at her. He just stared at her, his eyes moving from her face down to the swells of her breasts and then to her smooth stomach. He couldn't see more since he was hovering above her, but the only one he had seen sent his entire system into overdrive.

She kept her gaze on him, studying all the emotion that went through his face.

He turned his face to the side, using a hand to cover his face as his breathing turned ragged and unsteady.

She saw how red his face was and lifted herself so that she was propped with both elbows behind.

"Don't fight it," she whispered.

His head instantly turned to look at her, his eyes returning to purple.

Alicia was curious about the eye changes. But this was not the best time to ask. It was time to do other things.

His eyes went back to her breasts, and he just stared in awe.

"This... is what they look like," he muttered as he brought a hand to cup one of them. "Soft," he said as the words almost caught in his throat.

"You've never seen one before..." She remarked and arched her back into his touch, biting her lower lip.

He shook his head as he kept his focus on her body, which his hands were busy exploring.

He looked like a kid who had just seen a toy for the first time and was trying to learn how it worked. However, it felt different for Alicia because his touch did crazy things to the rest of her body.

His eyes moved from her chest to her face, where he locked eyes with her and just stared at her with an intense gaze she could not read.

"What... is it?" She managed to breathe out.

"I... can't explain it." He said in a husky voice. "I... like you. A lot."

He frowned in confusion as if he didn't even know why he was saying it.

A smile broke on her face, and at once he was kneeling on the bed and lifting her off the bed into his arms. Once again, she was straddling him with both their upper bodies bare and pressing hard into each other, but while he still had his pants on and even his shoes, the towel was still around her waist and hadn't fallen off.

However, the position was just perfect for her to feel exactly how aroused he was for her, and she let out a gasp as soon as she felt it pressing onto her core.

Once again, the aggression was back. His lips trailed from her lips to her ear, and he then nibbled his way down her neck again.

She arched her back up, rubbing against him, nearly purring at every nip, kiss, and lick he gave her. Harold seemed to also be very affected by what she was doing because his growls were becoming more ferocious and his actions were becoming hastier.

He dropped her back on the bed, and this time, the towel fell off completely, leaving her entirely naked.

Alicia did not try to rush him. She let him explore and learn. She wanted him to learn about her body. To know her body. And only hers.

His eye roamed over her body to between her thighs. He cocked his face to the side as he withdrew to have a proper look at her right there.

Alicia's face flushed red, and her breathing was still erratic, but she said nothing.

"You... are sweating a lot here." He said in a hoarse voice as he tentatively dipped a finger, which slid freely into her.

When she let out an erotic gasp, he immediately took out his finger and looked at her with pure amazement.

Alicia swore she would have laughed. But she didn't have it in her to do so.

She remembered a conversation she had had with Luciana at the time Luciana was trying to get close to her for the queen; she had mentioned Harold had refused to take classes on how to be a dutiful husband, a.k.a. sex education.

She could see the outcome.

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A/N

Just got back from work. It's so exhausting!