Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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.

eyes—like he's laughing at

"Lucas, just…"

my legs, so close yet so

I sound breathless, even to my own

finger, slick and sure, skating over my

love.

than a hum of pleasure

my clit with more pressure, pressing into my

to deny it, but my body betrays me with a soft sigh as my hips

so," he murmurs, pressing me open and dipping into my core with one

again, taking my breath away, swallowing my moans as his finger curls inside

full, so

beg against his

from mine, his eyes dark and burning,

he growls, and my heart dips at

can only whimper as he withdraws his

Not for long.

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

forward, but he presses my hips

tearing at his biceps, trying to bring

a hard shove,

he grits out.

That's all I want to be. His. For

thing I care about

from around him and shoves my knees up, resting my

Moon Goddess.

again and again, in a tortuously slow pace

pleasure from my body, until I'm shaking beneath him, desperate and needy,

boneless, his hips battering at mine with deep, sure strokes. I'm wetter than I've ever been, and he sheathes so

it's always with the fireworks

This is… different.

Better, in many ways.

connected. Loving and

hand between us to rub my clit in

he slams into me once, twice, three times, a growl

legs fall to either side as his body collapses onto mine, covering me like a warm blanket, soaking in the warmth of our