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.

a few steps away before unbuttoning his soaked shirt. The wet fabric peels away from his skin, revealing the muscled planes of his chest. Bruises.

to the dresser, distracting

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

"Stay with me?"

tense. "That

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

turns, his expression torn between desire and restraint as he

that draws me in like gravity. I don't fight it. My body moves on instinct, seeking his warmth, his strength. My

My name comes out rough, almost

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

me morphs into hunger. I nip at his bottom lip, drawing a sharp inhale from him. His

I break away just enough to

hair as he claims my mouth. The kiss is deep, desperate—everything

isn't just Mira,

It's Bren, too.

I know they

have

new world of ours, filled with a daily

me. Hard. Thick. A sensual promise that

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

own voice, breathless and needy. "Make

I press against him. His mouth trails fire down my neck,

Already wanting him inside, dreaming of

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