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.

whisper, my voice

can’t…”

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

flared to

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our control, a

individuals with complicated pasts and uncertain futures. We’re simply two halves of a whole, drawn together by a power

both breasts in a way that drags a moan out of me. His answering growl

backward, guiding me until I feel the edge

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

here with us, part of the

moments for him to

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somewhere behind him to land in

about that smooth motion drives me

the hunger in his golden eyes. He looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, like he would lay down his life to

before.

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

settles there, right at

his hair with such force

both wrapped around my thighs as he feasts on the warmth of me, on the

feel.

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Fuck.

tongue shoves inside, as his teeth scrape against my clit, as he sucks and nibbles and licks and loves

dark throb to over the cliff without

baby. Just like that.” His growls, the approval in his

One isn’t enough.

Not even close.

whine or beg, he shifts position, 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 beneath

that comes out of his throat tells

submission.

and I

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his hand eagerly as he thrusts, his rhythm