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

do is moan and shove back against the bed to try and meet his

my shoulder and force a mating bite, but I manage

groans, his voice rough with desire. “You’re driving me

laugh between the moans. “So are

on where our bodies meet, the obscene sounds in the

thrusts frenzied, I feel my body coiling tight.

the warmth rushes into me as he growls his release, I shatter.

Shatter.

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lights up like fucking fireworks, and I sob with the force of

leans over me, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my skin. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth and tenderness blooming inside me, a delicious afterglow that spreads through

against my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, each touch a whisper of devotion. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs between kisses. “I should be chained to a pole whenever you’re around.”

absurdity of his statement cutting through the haze of pleasure.

his chest and into mine. “Probably not.

a moment, basking in the aftermath of our passion, the world narrowed down to just the two of us.

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outside this room.

adjusting my clothes. Lucas does the same, his movements efficient yet

erase the evidence of our tryst, Lucas steps closer, his arms encircling me from behind.

myself fall into this again. Not now. Not when I’ve just fought

his arms away, guilt twisting in my gut as I turn

furrows, a flash of frustration darkening his golden eyes. “Ava, I thought-”

caught up in the moment. In the bond. But it doesn’t change what I

a long

flexing at his sides. I brace myself for an

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