Tangled

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295 Ava: His Touch

Lucas pulls his hand from between my thighs, leaving me bereft and aching for more. I whimper at the loss of contact, my hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to regain it. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Patience, my little mate, he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I'll give you what you need."

Before I can respond, he's kneeling before me, yanking my pants down until they puddle at my feet. Exposed. Vulnerable.

But when Lucas looks up at me, his eyes filled with desire and hunger, I feel powerful.

A kiss to the inside of my thigh. Lips, hot and soft. I gasp at the contact, my fingers tightening in

his hair.

A trail of kisses. Waves of pleasure. And desire that grabs my thoughts and twists them into a delicious tangle.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath tickling my skin. "You're so beautiful, Ava," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I could spend hours worshipping your body."

I whimper at his words, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. He chuckles again, and the vibrations of the sound go straight through me. Without warning, he's pressing his mouth there, his tongue darting out to taste me.

and out in a rhythm that leaves me breathless. The heat he brings is an inferno raging through my veins, so quick to bring me to the brink Every touch has our bond delighted, every groan as he tastes me sending pleasure on a direct circuit to my clit, and my entire body's gone boneless. One of his hands slides up

he rumbles, and I

"I can't-

Relax, little mate.

of one foot, the other hanging over his shoulder, terrified I'm going to slip at any second but unwilling to give

closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling

holding on.

to sense my impending orgasm, his movements becoming more urgent as he sucks and bites at my clit, laughing

His

my thighs, one hand still pressing against my abdomen to pin me to the wall. With his other, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them and hitting that spot that brings me to the gates of heaven. I cry out his name, my hips bucking wildly, teased

doesn't stop. He keeps licking and sucking at me, his fingers moving in and out in a relentless rhythm. I can feel it building, my body coiling, my calf spasming as my legs

name is barely more than a

the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, you can, my little mate," he says, his

desperately crave. I can barely stand, my calf muscles trembling with strain, threatening to give out from under me as I use the wall to support my weight.

seeking to find that spot again, his tongue never ceasing

know, little mate. His hot breath fans against my skin. "You've been so patient. I'll give you what you

his fingers thrust faster, harder, seeking to give

can feel the climax bubbling up inside me, waiting