Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 384

Chapter 384 Lisa: I Want to Feel

LISA

There's a soft inhale.

Then, his lips move against mine with devastating gentleness. The emptiness inside me cracks, letting in a flood of sensation. His hands slide up my back, cradling me close as he rises to his full height. The towel drops, forgotten, as I press against the solid warmth of his chest.

My fingers curl into his wet shirt. His heart pounds beneath my palm, strong and steady and alive. So alive.

He breaks the kiss with obvious reluctance, pressing his forehead to mine. "Let's get you dressed."

The bedroom feels too bright and dry after the steam-filled bathroom. Kellan's hands stay on my shoulders, steadying me as I shiver. He guides me to sit on the bed, then moves to the dresser.

"Arms up."

I comply without thinking. The soft cotton of my shirt slides over my skin. His knuckles brush my ribs, sending sparks of awareness through my body.

"Lift."

Another mindless response as he helps me into underwear, then flannel pants. Each touch leaves trails of heat that make me ache for more. I need his hands on me again. Need to feel connected to something real.

The mattress dips as he settles me under the thick comforter. "Try to rest."

"Wait." My voice comes out scratchy.

wet fabric peels away from his skin,

abs as he turns to the dresser, distracting me from all

my throat tight. The bed feels too empty, too cold. Too

"Stay with me?"

shoulders tense. "That wouldn't be

I sit up, reaching toward him. The comforter pools around my waist.

torn between desire and restraint as

don't fight it. My body moves on instinct,

comes out rough,

mouth. No more words. No more thinking. Just this—the slide of my lips against his, demanding a response. His hands settle on my waist, neither pulling

lip, drawing a sharp inhale from him. His fingers flex against my sides. The thin

away just enough to speak against his mouth.

my back, tangling in my damp hair as he claims my mouth. The kiss is deep, desperate—everything I need to drown out

isn't just Mira, you

It's Bren, too.

know they lost during

parents, who have

of ours, filled with a daily struggle

cock graze against me. Hard. Thick. A sensual promise that he can wipe all these horrible thoughts and feelings away, at

faster, chasing the friction, the connection. His other hand grips my hip, guiding my movements. The soft flannel

and

him. His mouth trails fire down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. Every touch burns away

my thighs, I'm soaked. Already wanting him inside, dreaming

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