Tangled

Chapter 116

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I wrap my legs around him as he enters, slow and careful, in a burn that only heightens the desire.

But he’s too careful.

Too gentle.

Too thoughtful.

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“Lucas,” I whine, tightening my legs around him and yanking him in.

His hips surge forward and the entire length of him sinks into me, filling me in a way that makes me feel complete.

Whole.

But all control he has is gone. He’d used what was left of it to try to ease his way in.

Now it’s all hard, heavy thrusts and wild rhythm, with my body half off the bed and supported only by his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my ass.

I think I scream. I’m not sure. I’m dizzy over the pleasure as he hits that spot deep inside, a place that

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almost hurts every time he slams home.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Ava,” he groans, and I can’t

answer.

barely

is moan and shove back against the bed to

me wants to drag his head down to my shoulder and force a mating bite, but I manage to hold at least that part of me in check.

groans, his voice rough with

moans. “So are

our bodies meet, the obscene

pace goes frantic, his thrusts frenzied, I feel my body

warmth rushes into me as he growls

Shatter.

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fucking fireworks, and I sob with the force of the climax that surges through me, dragging me to heaven in a

against my skin. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth and tenderness blooming inside me,

against my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, each touch a whisper of devotion. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs between kisses. “I

laugh bubbles up from my chest, the absurdity of his statement cutting through the haze of pleasure. “I don’t think that

mine. “Probably not. You’d

just the two of us. But reality begins to seep in,

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outside this room.

away, sitting up and adjusting my clothes. Lucas does the same, his

closer, his arms encircling me from behind. The intimacy of the gesture, the way his body molds against mine, sends a fresh wave of longing

can’t let myself fall into this again. Not now. Not

away, guilt twisting in my gut as I turn to face him. “Lucas, I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t

furrows, a flash of frustration darkening his

the moment. In the bond. But it doesn’t change what I said before. I still need space. Time to figure

me for a

flexing at his sides. I brace myself

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