Chapter 155 Ava: Their Connection (II)

Lucas' eyes are intense as he watches me, and I take a moment to inspect him in turn.

He's broad and hard, with scars scattered across his torso. And when I look further down…

I swallow, desire and nerves warring inside me. His hands are gentle as he lays me back on the bed, his body covering mine. I feel treasured, worshipped, as his lips trail over my skin.

"Lucas," I whisper, my fingers threading through his hair.

He hums against my throat, the vibration making me shiver. "I love you, Ava. I love you so much."

Tears prick my eyes at his heartfelt declaration. I open my mouth to respond, but his lips capture mine in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs.

I lose myself in the slide of his tongue, the nip of his teeth. My body arches into his, seeking more. Always more.

Rough fingers caress my breasts, squeezing gently, flicking at my nipples until they're hard and straining for stimulation beyond what he's giving.

When he drops warm kisses down my chest, lingering with soft, ticklish breasts against my collarbone, I writhe beneath him, frustrated with his teasing.

I'm throbbing, aching, and not once has he touched me below my chest, leaving me to arch my hips in a desperate attempt to find the friction I need.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be able to hold back." I pant the words in a way that's probably really unsexy, wrapping my legs around his waist as he licks around my nipple.

"Maybe I was wrong." He draws it into his mouth with one strong suck, only to let it pop back out in a tease that has me groaning in frustration.

His chuckle only drives me insane.

His mouth consumes me, the slow travel of his tongue making my back arch and my fingers clench in his hair. My nipples strain beneath the attention, a dull ache that I can't bear.

It's not enough.

"Lucas," I whimper. "I need… Please."

His grin is wicked against my collarbone. "Let me take care of you, love."

The nickname almost makes me forget what I need him to be doing.

Almost.

One finger slides down my stomach, tracing the lines of my scars as he sucks at my nipples, the tugging sending little beats of desire straight to the core of me.

His finger brushes beneath my stomach, sliding between my legs, and I freeze, causing him to lift his head.

"Don't stop," I beg.

hiding in his eyes—like

"Lucas, just…"

legs, so close yet so far. "I'm going to

already." I sound breathless, even to my own

slick and sure, skating over my clit, making

wet, love. Did you

nothing more than a hum of pleasure at his

with more pressure, pressing into my core with

betrays me with a soft sigh

pressing me open and dipping into my core

mine again, taking my breath away, swallowing my moans as his finger curls inside me, finding the magic spot that

the first, stretching me, so full, so close to what I need, but

beg against his

mine, his eyes dark and burning, full of the

inside you," he growls, and my heart dips at the depth of passion

whimper as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me

Not for long.

himself between my legs, pushing forward, his broad head pressing at my entrance,

friction, my legs pulling him forward, but he presses my hips back down with

I beg, tearing at his biceps, trying to bring him back down

a hard shove, he sinks to the hilt, a satisfied growl

tight," he

want

this moment in time, the only thing I care about is this—us—my

knees up, resting my shins against his chest in a way that leaves me

Goddess. The

the right spot, again and again, in a

body, until I'm shaking

turns boneless, his hips battering at mine with deep, sure strokes. I'm wetter than I've

when I imagine sex with Lucas, it's always with the fireworks of

This is… different.

Better, in many ways.

More connected. Loving and

he groans, sliding a hand between us to rub my clit

me once, twice, three times, a growl tearing from his throat as he comes with a

mine, covering me like a warm blanket, soaking

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