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.

shirt. The wet fabric peels away from his skin, revealing the muscled planes of his chest. Bruises. Cuts.

he turns to the

feels too

"Stay with me?"

tense. "That wouldn't be

I sit up, reaching toward him. The comforter

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

don't fight it. My body moves on instinct, seeking his warmth, his strength. My knees

comes

protest he's about to make with my mouth. No more words. No more thinking. Just this—the slide of my lips against his, demanding a response. His hands

inhale from him. His

this." I break away just enough to speak against his

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

isn't just Mira, you

It's Bren, too.

they lost

have no

filled with a daily struggle to

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

hip, guiding my movements. The soft flannel of my pants creates a maddening barrier

own voice, breathless and needy. "Make

my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point.

Already wanting him inside,

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