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.

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

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

too empty, too cold. Too much space, practically begging intrusive thoughts

"Stay with me?"

tense. "That wouldn't

reaching toward him. The comforter

voice cracks on the last word. Kellan turns, his expression torn between desire and restraint as

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

comes out rough, almost

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

sharp inhale from him. His fingers flex against my sides. The

break away just enough to speak against his mouth. "Need

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

just

It's Bren, too.

know they lost during the first

have no

filled with a daily struggle

heat of his cock graze against me. Hard. Thick. A sensual promise that he can

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

I don't recognize my own voice, breathless and needy. "Make me feel something

my neck, teeth grazing

wanting him inside, dreaming of

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