Tangled

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He kisses me again, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that consumes me. I lose myself in the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against mine.”

Ava, Selene warns in my mind, her voice a distant echo. Remember what you need.

I try to focus on her words, but it’s hard when Lucas is kissing me like this, like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.

His hands slide under my shirt, his calloused fingers skimming over my sensitive skin. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Lucas,” I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “We have to stop.”

He pulls back, his golden eyes blazing with desire. “I know. I’m sorry. I just can’t control myself around you.”

But his hands are still seeking, and I’m still arching into their touch. Rough fingers pull the cup of my bra low, and his thumb flicks over my nipple.

I take a shaky breath, trying to clear my head. “I need

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time, Lucas. Space. I can’t do this right now.“”

But I step closer, trying to yank his shirt out of his

waistband.

I should push him away, remind him of the boundaries I’ve fought so hard to establish, but my traitorous body melts into his embrace, craving his touch like a

parched flower thirsts for rain.

The way my name lingers on his lips, the way he breathes it like reverent prayer against my ears as his fingers continue to tug and twist in a sensual dance against my breast? I’m lost. Drowning beneath.

sensation.

The very core of me throbs with a need so basic, so simple, and so consuming.

I whisper, my voice a breathless plea. “We

can’t…”

tangling in his dark hair, my mouth seeking his with a desperation that frightens me. He meets me halfway, his kiss

flared to life, a

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a force beyond our control, a need that overrides all reason and logic.

with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We’re simply two halves of a whole,

and sure, squeeze both breasts in a way that drags a moan out of me. His answering growl sends another throbbing pulse of desire

them against my hips and walks me backward, guiding me

but I don’t pay any attention. She’s probably telling me to stop,

with us, part of the moment. When I fall back onto the bed, he kneels between my

moments for him

Fate’s

over my hips and down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him to land

motion drives me

like he would lay down his life to protect me. It’s a heady feeling, one that makes

before.

toward my inner thighs, and my hips buck in frustration, seeking more. More friction, more

and his mouth settles there, right at the core of me, in the most intimate kiss.

with such

shove my hips forward, his hands hold me down, both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts on the warmth of me, on the wetness

feel.

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Fuck.

his tongue shoves inside, as his teeth scrape against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves at different moments, driving what little thought

a dark throb to over the cliff without warning,

that.” His growls, the approval in his words, sends fresh desire through my veins.

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

kissing his way up my belly as one of his hands settles between my thighs. His middle finger sinks inside, accompanying stars behind my eyelids as I moan and writhe

of his throat tells

submission.

burns and

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he thrusts, his rhythm