Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 591

Sylvia’s POV:

I shot up in a cold sweat. The fear in my nightmare had been so real that I couldn’t differentiate between the dream and reality. I involuntarily shuddered.

“What’s wrong?” Rufus asked, wrapping his arms around me.

“I had a nightmare.” I hadn’t returned to my senses yet. I subconsciously grabbed Rufus’ hand. It was the only way I could ground myself.

“What was it?” he asked softly.

I dithered for a while. My dream had been so ominous that I didn’t give Rufus any details. I just told him that it was too hazy for me to remember.

He wiped the sweat gathered on my forehead with his fingers, pecked me on my lips, and comforted me, “It was just a dream. Don’t let it scare you. Do you want to take a shower? You’ll feel better.”

My body relaxed a little. Leaning against his chest, I acted like a bratty child. “I don’t have the energy. I can’t walk.”

“What will you do then?” Rufus chuckled, held my hand, and kissed its back. “You won’t take a shower?”

“No way.” I wrinkled my nose and sniffed my clothes in disgust. “I stink of sweat.”

He pinched my earlobe and gently asked, “Shall I give you a piggyback ride?”

I kissed him hard on the lips and looked into his deep eyes. “No, I want you to carry me in your arms as if I’m a princess.”

Rufus chortled, lowered his head, and kissed me on my lips. His deep intense k**s nearly robbed me of my breath.

I pulled back. Keeping his arms around me, he released my mouth.

The silvery-white thin saliva still connected our lips. It seemed that Rufus wasn’t satisfied, so he kept showering me with k****s.

“Ready to take a bath?”

Rufus’ voice became hoarse and sexy, dripping with l**t.

I nodded and reached out my arms obediently. “Carry me there.”

He rubbed my nose and dotingly said, “Yes, my little princess.”

It started out as a simple bath, but slowly changed into something else.

I positioned myself on Rufus’ belly, letting my wet p***y slowly rub against his p***s.

“Honey, do you want this?” I bent over and gently whispered in his ear. I held his thick p***s in my hand and arranged it at my opening. Every time it slid in a little, I pulled back.

Rufus’ handsome face was already shining with uncontrollable desire. He gasped and held my waist firmly with one hand, trying to enter me.

“No. We still have soap on our bodies.” My rosy lips parted gently and put my finger on his lips, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

Rufus swallowed hard and his p***s doubled in size in my hand. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He flipped me over and pinned me with his body, making the water splash around us.

Then he twisted around, picked up the bath towel behind him, and wrapped me with it. “Let’s go back to bed.”

There was an urgency in his voice.

But when he turned around, my eyes fell on his back.

What was originally a small mole had grown bigger in size.

Under the light, I was finally certain it was not a mole. It looked like some newly sprouted living thing.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the black thorns in my nightmare.

My thoughts terrified me. My stomach churned with uneasiness and my arousal vanished instantly.

Scrambling to replace an excuse to refuse Rufus, I just said that I was tired. He kissed me on the lips to show his understanding.

In the end, I helped Rufus come with my hand.

After finishing our bath, we returned to bed.

Rufus held me in his arms and quickly fell asleep.

About ten minutes later, I quietly unwrapped his arms from around me and crept out of bed.