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 sure if I'm reassuring her

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 to something primal

been muted, distant. But Ava... she's a burst of color in

opening my eyes to this unfamiliar life, I feel anchored. Grounded. The constant buzz of

is right. She

might burn, but

know it now, deep

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

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

her.

face. My thumb brushes her cheek, reveling in the softness. Everything about Ava is

bed. Her eyes are as deep

Willing,

Waiting.

desire.

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

lips. The sound goes -straight to my cock. I ache for

to be. Here, in this bed, with

rest of the world falls away,

jaw. She shifts, restless beneath me, the movement causing the bed to creak. I burn to

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

still have your clothes on?" Her whisper

fool; it takes two seconds

hungry and heated, has that primal part of me racing to the forefront. A low growl

2001 Lucas: Her Touch

"I'm energized:

dig into my shoulders, her lips opening under mine as I plunder her mouth. This kiss isn't soft or gentle-it's a claiming.

need, her desire. This want is a living thing, snarling and wild between us. I want to devour

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