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."

his face back to mine, kissing him. with everything I have. All the longing, the fear, the joy

walking me backward. Probably to the bed, but somehow we

can feel every hard line of his

nearly brings tears

I grind against him, gasping at the friction as his

It isn't enough.

hands slide down to my thighs, and in one smooth motion, he lifts me. I wrap both legs around him instinctively, my arms tightening around his

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together, and we both groan

unison. His eyes, when they meet mine, are molten gold,

husky. "But my body does. Every

I know exactly what he means. Even when my mind was telling me to be cautious,

lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. "I want to remember you, Ava. I want to know every inch of you, to relearn every sound

shiver runs through me at his words. "Yes," I

again, the kiss slower this time but no less intense. It's a promise, a declaration of intent. His hands start

hands exploring the broad expanse of his back. The strength in his muscles, the heat of his skin. I

my shirt. I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head. The cool air of