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.

though I'm not

so small, so fragile in my arms. Yet there's

Everything's been muted, distant. But Ava... she's

The constant buzz of suspicion in the back of my mind quiets, replaced by

right.

burn, but she's

it now, deep

so damn good in my arms-right where she belongs. Her warmth seeps into me, chasing away the chill of uncertainty, of a

a starving man at a feast,

her.

fingers as I smooth her hair away from her face. My thumb brushes her cheek, reveling

are as deep and dark as the ocean as

Willing,

Waiting.

with desire. With

Her lips are so damn sweet. So soft. The moment they touch mine, something in me ignites. This kiss is a brand, searing into my very soul. I could spend a lifetime just kissing her. Exploring every contour of her mouth.

goes -straight to my cock. I ache for her. For the feel of her tightening

where I'm meant to be. Here, in

like the rest of the world falls away, leaving only her. This

to creak. I burn to feel her

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

am I naked when you still have your clothes on?"

fool; it takes

primal part of me racing to the

2001 Lucas: Her Touch

"I'm energized:

growl builds in my chest, a bass rumble of need and possession as I yank her toward me. Ava's fingers dig into my

wild between us. I want

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