Tangled

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305 Ava: Under His Control (1)

Lucas's hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

There's heat in his eyes. Golden flames flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.

His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. "You didn't answer my question, Luna."

His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. "Wh-what question?"

"Are you sure you aren't doing this on purpose?" My nipples peak beneath his teasing.

"I'm not-Lucas..." My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.

"What do you want, Luna?" Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls me that. Shit. I'm drenched.

His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through me. "Do you want me to breed you, Luna?"

My entire body goes up in flames.

Ava, calm down, Selene says, sounding amused. You're going to pass out from sensory overload at

this rate.

You're not helping, I snap back at her, my body bucking involuntarily as Lucas continues his relentless torture, teasing and tormenting me with his fingers. My nipples are pinched and rolled, tugged and fondled, until they're llen and aching for more. "No answer?" he murmurs, nipping at my neck. His hands press against my breasts, squeezing hard, before trailing lower. "What do you want, my sweet little mate?* "I... I want...

I can't finish the sentence. His fingers slip under the waistband of my jeans and under the elastic band of my panties, sliding lower.

Teasing.

Tormenting.

panting, desperate

your clothes off, Luna. I need to feel your skin

Because I can't do anything else. I'm putty

stand, throwing my shirt to the floor. My hands shake as I unbutton my

let me got my underwear off before he enine me around and vanke me

Ava. Under His Control

his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Your scent" he mutters,

my hips and pulling me back against the hard length of him. "Please,"

teeth scrape my shoulder, sending another shock of pleasure through me. "Please

I nod frantically.

a deep, primal sound. It reverberates through his chest, through me. My entire body

between my legs

that, Luna?" He sucks a mark onto my neck, his fingers gliding over

but the

it, Luna. Tell me what you want." He slides my legs further open, hooking them outside of s. A finger teases the opening of my vagina, making obscene sounds as he

be disgusting, but it just

against my back. "Anything for you, Luna. But I want to hear

I'm a mess of need, desperate

me empty, aching. My hands fly to

"Not

growls. "Get on your knees and

if his words are a match to the tinderbox of my body. When he says "breed", desire pools between my legs,

his lap, hearing a rumble of satisfaction as he

is that hot? That shouldn't be

to tug his shirt out of his waistband. He grabs my wrist,

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

jaw is clenched-he's holding himself

my knees. The floor is cold, but my skin

my every move-naked as can be, while he's still fully dressed-makes every