Chapter 385 Lisa: Finally Connected

LISA

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against my neck. "Like a live wire, ready to shock the hell out of me."

I reach for his hair, winding the damp strands around my fingers. My eyes fall shut as I pull him back toward my breasts, desperate for more.

"I think you're already shocking me," I admit.

His mouth curves against my skin, and I feel the vibration of his laugh again. Those clever, experienced hands drift over my hips, splaying across my stomach before dipping lower, beneath my waistband and between my thighs.

Slick. Hot. Ready.

Everything in me tightens, and I tilt my hips toward his touch. My breath catches as his fingers slide over my folds, gathering proof of my arousal before circling my entrance.

"Jesus, Lisa." His voice is barely a growl. "You're already soaked."

He pushes a finger inside me, making me keen with need. It's been so long. Too long. My skin is on fire. Nerves alive.

"Kellan, please." My fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to continue. "Don't tease. I need—"

Words fail me. I don't even know what I need. Just more. More of him. More pleasure. More of this feeling that drags me away from the memories of blood on snow and death.

Because right now, I'm alive. Right now, I'm here, in Kellan's arms, and nothing else matters.

"I know what you need." His voice is rough as he pushes another finger inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. His lips close over my nipple, and my back bows off the bed.

My body is alive with sensation. Every touch. Every breath. It's all too much and not enough, all at once.

I should tie

coil of need twisting tighter with each passing second. "Don't hold

amber, his wolf a

with a desperate kiss. "Need

my ears. My skin is hypersensitive. Awareness of Kellan's body against mine has me on edge, hovering on the knife blade of control.

against his hand, rocking my hips, chasing the most

fingers leave me feeling empty, and I

growl against my lips as he suddenly yanks his fingers from inside me, before gripping my pants

he rips them

cool air flooding in to brush against my ass, along with a heavy

Holy shit.

the hottest thing

the remnants of my poor flannel pants off, and his weight shifts as he kneels between my legs. Hot and hard and perfect, his cock presses against my entrance, leaving me

know if it's too much." His voice is

is perfection. I'm hot and wet and

Stretching.

A little painful.

oh, God,

of himself inside me. "You have

fighting this for so

urge him to take more. To take all of me, as hard

of you," I murmur, jerking

a little discomfort as he bottoms out, then

The press of our bodies. The

It's everything I didn't

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