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 for

your skin against mine." His voice is

obey. Because I can't do anything else. I'm putty in his hands,

stand, throwing my shirt to the floor. My hands

my underwear off before he enine me around and

Under His

against my back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.

body, gripping my hips and pulling me back against the hard length of him. "Please," I breathe, not even sure what I'm begging

sending another shock of pleasure through me. "Please what, Luna? Fill

nod frantically. "All

chest, through me. My

between my

sucks a mark onto my neck, his fingers gliding

it at him, but the

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 slides a finger in, then

be disgusting, but it just makes me shake

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

anymore. I'm a mess of need, desperate

fingers slide away, leaving me empty, aching. My hands fly to my breasts, trying

"Not

your knees and beg

to the tinderbox of my body. When he says "breed", desire pools between my legs, soaking the thin fabric of my

his lap, hearing a rumble of satisfaction

that hot?

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

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

jaw is

my knees. The floor is cold, but

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