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.

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

he rumbles, and I

"I can't-

mate.

terrified I'm going

and closer to the edge, my

holding on.

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

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With his other, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them and hitting that spot that brings

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

His name is barely more than a gasp. "I

my little mate," he says, his voice filled with dark amusement. "You can take

calf muscles trembling with strain, threatening to give out from under me as I use the wall to support my weight. It's too much, yet not enough. I want

thrust deep, seeking to find that spot again, his tongue never ceasing its relentless assault. "Lucas! Please, I

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

circling it, teasing it, while his fingers thrust faster, harder, seeking to give

the coll inside me tightens, the pressure building until I'm sure I'll explode. I can feel the climax bubbling up inside me, waiting to be unleashed. But he's determined to