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.

fabric

droplets trail down his abs as he turns to the dresser, distracting

my throat tight. The bed feels too empty, too cold. Too much space, practically begging intrusive thoughts

"Stay with me?"

shoulders tense. "That

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

cracks on the last word. Kellan turns, his expression torn between desire and restraint as he stares at my outstretched

like gravity. I don't fight it. My body moves on instinct, seeking his warmth, his strength. My knees bracket his hips as

comes out

Just this—the slide of my

a sharp inhale from him. His fingers flex against my sides. The thin cotton of my shirt does nothing

need this." I break away just enough to speak

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

just Mira, you

It's Bren, too.

the lives I know they lost during the first

parents, who have

new world of ours, filled with a daily struggle to

sensual promise that he can wipe all these horrible thoughts and feelings

hand grips my hip, guiding my movements. The soft flannel

and needy. "Make me feel something else.

where I press against him. His mouth trails fire down my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point. Every touch burns away another

thighs, I'm soaked. Already wanting

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