Tangled

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296 Lucas: Her Touch

My world has been nothing but shades of gray since the moment I opened my eyes, co

A life I don't recognize.

Unfamiliar faces. Voices. Scents. Relentless pain.

Concerned friends, but can I trust them? Are they allies, or enemies playing a dangerous game? Crazy stories of a world gone mad, and endless silence where half my soul should reside.

It's as though I've been living in a haze of simmering rage. At the world. At those who proclaim friendship. And this mysterious, alleged mate of mine, who comes in smelling like sex and hope, with wide blue eyes and the golden hair of an angel. She's too perfect.

I'm drawn to her. Every inch of me clamors to soothe the grim lines around her lips, to take away the burdens weighing down her tiny shoulders. Some part of me insists that she's mine and I need to keep her, to hide her away from everyone's view until she's so wholly mine she can't even breathe without me.

I want to possess her.

My lips brush against the crescent scar on Ava's neck. The constant tension in my muscles cases, replaced by a warmth I can't explain. Her scent envelops me, that mix of honey and vanilla that feels like coming home..

I'm so tired. Tired of second-guessing every word, every touch. Tired of searching for hidden motives behind kind gestures. Tired of feeling like a stranger in my own skin.

But here, with Ava in my arms, the world makes sense again.

Her soft gasp as I trace the scar with my tongue sends a shiver down my spine. My hands tighten on her waist, pulling her closer. I want to memorize every curve, every freckle, every

scar.

"Lucas," she whispers, her voice trembling.

I lift my head, meeting her gaze. Those blue eyes, wide and vulnerable, hold a universe of emotions. I want to understand everything about her.

not

fingers trail up her spine, feeling the delicate bumps of her vertebrae. She's so small, so fragile in my arms. Yet there's a strength in her that calls

living in a world of shadows since I woke up. Everything's been muted, distant. But Ava... she's a burst of color in my grayscale existence. A ray of sunlight

time since opening my eyes to this unfamiliar life, I feel anchored. Grounded. The constant buzz of suspicion in the back of my mind quiets, replaced by a certainty I can't explain. 206 Lucas: Hor

is right. She is

entire world might burn, but she's my

know it now, deep in my

Her warmth seeps into me, chasing away the chill of uncertainty, of a

Insatiable. Like a starving man at a feast, I'm

her.

my fingers as I smooth her hair away from her face. My thumb brushes her cheek, reveling in the softness. Everything about Ava

gasp again as I lower her onto the bed. Her eyes are as deep and dark as the ocean as she stares at

Willing,

Waiting.

with desire. With

to just take what I need from her. What my body is screaming for. Her hair tumbles over my arm as I lean down. Her lips are so damn sweet. So soft. The moment they touch mine, something in me ignites. This kiss is a brand,

own, they wander, mapping her curves. Exploring what's mine to claim. Ava arches into me, a soft moan caught between our lips. The sound goes -straight to my cock. I ache for her. For the feel of her tightening around me. For the moment when we're so tangled up that

is where I'm meant to be.

like the rest of the world falls

She shifts, restless beneath me, the movement causing the bed to creak. I burn to feel her under me. To watch her expression as I sink

under my shirt, nails scraping lightly against my back. Everything in me tightens at

still have your clothes on?" Her whisper against my lips has me

regain your energy. But I'm no fool; it takes two

at me, hungry and heated, has that primal part of me racing to

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"I'm energized:

rumble of need and possession as I yank her toward me. Ava's fingers dig into my shoulders, her lips opening under mine as I plunder her

I want to devour her. Brand her as mine. Mark her so every male with a

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