Tangled

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294 Ava: His Kiss

I gasp at the contact, feeling every hard plane of his body against mine. The bond in my chest pulses with joy, singing at the reconnection. It feels right, like coming home after a long journey. T Lucas takes advantage of my parted lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

The taste of him explodes on my tongue. I moan, unable to hold back the sound of pure pleasure.

Our kiss becomes more frantic, more desperate. It's as if we're both trying to make up for lost time, to reclaim what was taken from us. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly. He responds with a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I'm dimly aware that we're in a hospital room, that anyone could walk in at any moment. But I can't bring myself to care. All that matters is Lucas, his hands on my body, his lips against mine. He breaks the kiss, but before I can protest, his lips are on my neck. He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, his tongue tracing my crescent scar. I cry out, my head falling back to give him better access.

"Lucas," I breathe, his name a prayer on my lips.

He responds by sucking hard on my pulse point, surely leaving a mark. The possessive gesture sends a thrill through me, diving straight into the core of me. Even without his memories, some part of him knows I'm his.

His hands slide under my shirt, calloused palms skimming over my heated skin. Every touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake. I arch into him, craving more contact.

"Ava," he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "My Ava."

control I have left. I pull his face back to mine, kissing him. with everything

responds in kind, his hands tightening on my waist as he spins us around, walking me backward. Probably to the bed, but somehow

can feel every hard line of his body, every tremor of desire that runs

position is so intimately familiar, it nearly brings tears

as I grind against him, gasping at the friction as

It isn't enough.

me. I wrap both legs

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and we both

breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. We're both breathing heavily, our chests heaving in unison. His eyes, when they meet mine, are molten gold,

remember you," he says, his voice low and husky. "But my body does. Every part of me is screaming that you're

nod, unable to form words. I know exactly what he means. Even when my mind was telling me to

remember you, Ava. I want to know every inch of you, to relearn every sound you make when I touch

runs through me at his words. "Yes," I breathe, tightening my legs around

a promise, a declaration of intent. His hands

of his back. The strength in his muscles, the heat of his skin. I want more. I want to feel his skin against mine, to trace every new scar and learn his body all over

breaks the kiss long enough to tug at the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms, allowing him to