Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 115 Ava: Fate's Urging

Ava, Selene warns in my mind, her voice a distant echo. Remember what you need.

I try to focus on her words, but it's hard when Lucas is kissing me like this, like I'm the only thing that matters in the world.

His hands slide under my shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over my sensitive skin. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"Lucas," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "We have to stop."

He pulls back, his golden eyes blazing with desire. "I know. I'm sorry. I just can't control myself around you."

But his hands are still seeking, and I'm still arching into their touch. Rough fingers pull the cup of my bra low, and his thumb flicks over my nipple.

I take a shaky breath, trying to clear my head. "I need time, Lucas. Space. I can't do this right now."

But I step closer, trying to yank his shirt out of his waistband.

I should push him away, remind him of the boundaries I've fought so hard to establish, but my traitorous body melts into his embrace, craving his touch like a parched flower thirsts for rain.

The way my name lingers on his lips, the way he breathes it like reverent prayer against my ears as his fingers continue to tug and twist in a sensual dance against my breast? I'm lost. Drowning beneath sensation.

The very core of me throbs with a need so basic, so simple, and so consuming.

"Lucas," I whisper, my voice a breathless plea. "We can't..."

But even as the words leave my lips, I'm pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his with a desperation that frightens me. He meets me halfway, his kiss searing and possessive, claiming me as his own.

a pulsing, living thing that demands to be acknowledged. It's a force beyond our control, a need that overrides all reason

we're not Ava and Lucas, two individuals with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We're simply two halves of a whole,

strong and sure, squeeze both breasts in a way that drags a moan out of me. His answering growl sends another throbbing

hips and walks me backward, guiding me until I feel the edge of the hospital bed pressing against the backs of

pay any attention. She's probably telling me to stop, and

here with us, part of the moment. When I fall back onto the bed, he

hips and

smooth

golden eyes. He looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, like he would lay down his life

toward my inner thighs, and my hips buck in frustration, seeking more. More friction, more

there, right at the core of me, in the most

gripping his hair with such force that my knuckles

both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts on the warmth of me, on the wetness I can

Fuck.

crazy as his tongue shoves inside, as his teeth scrape against my clit, as he sucks and

first orgasm catches me by surprise, having gone from a dark throb to over the cliff without warning, and I gasp and

that." His growls, the approval in his words, sends fresh desire through my

One isn't enough.

Not even close.

his way up my belly as one of his hands settles between my thighs. His middle finger sinks inside, accompanying stars behind my eyelids as I moan and writhe beneath

that comes out of his throat tells me that his

my hips toward his

I insist, as another finger slides

asks, his words hot