Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 294 Ava: His Kiss

I gasp at the contact, feeling every hard plane of his body against mine. The bond in my chest pulses with joy, singing at the reconnection. It feels right, like coming home after a long journey.

Lucas takes advantage of my parted lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. The taste of him explodes on my tongue. I moan, unable to hold back the sound of pure pleasure.

Our kiss becomes more frantic, more desperate. It's as if we're both trying to make up for lost time, to reclaim what was taken from us. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly. He responds with a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I'm dimly aware that we're in a hospital room, that anyone could walk in at any moment. But I can't bring myself to care. All that matters is Lucas, his hands on my body, his lips against mine.

He breaks the kiss, but before I can protest, his lips are on my neck. He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, his tongue tracing my crescent scar. I cry out, my head falling back to give him better access.

"Lucas," I breathe, his name a prayer on my lips.

He responds by sucking hard on my pulse point, surely leaving a mark. The possessive gesture sends a thrill through me, diving straight into the core of me. Even without his memories, some part of him knows I'm his.

His hands slide under my shirt, calloused palms skimming over my heated skin. Every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake. I arch into him, craving more contact.

"Ava," he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "My Ava."

to mine, kissing him with everything I have. All the longing, the fear, the joy of having him back—I pour

on my waist as he spins us around, walking me backward. Probably to the bed, but somehow we end up against the wall,

us. I can feel every hard line of

familiar, it nearly brings tears to my eyes.

I grind against him, gasping at the friction as his hips pump against me. Even through our clothes, I can feel how much he

It isn't enough.

thighs, and in one smooth motion, he lifts me. I wrap both legs around him instinctively, my arms tightening around his

his forehead against mine. We're both breathing heavily, our chests heaving in unison. His eyes, when they meet mine, are molten gold, filled with a hunger that makes my insides clench with

and husky. "But my body does. Every part of me is screaming that you're

what he means. Even when my mind was telling me to be cautious, my body was

he speaks. "I want to remember you, Ava. I want to know

at his words. "Yes," I breathe, tightening my legs around him.

It's a promise, a declaration of

arch into his touch, my own hands exploring the broad expanse of his back. The strength in his muscles, the heat of his skin. I want more. I want to feel his skin against mine, to trace every new

long enough to tug at the hem of my shirt. I lift my

desire. "Beautiful," he murmurs, before dipping his head to trail