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.

burning up, panting, desperate

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

do anything else. I'm putty in his hands, a slave to

floor. My hands shake as

doesn't let me got my underwear off before he enine me around

Ava. Under His Control

my back as he buries his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "Your scent" he mutters, his voice

against the hard length of him.

of pleasure through me. "Please

yes I nod frantically. "All of

primal sound. It reverberates through his chest, through

slip between my legs

mark onto my neck, his fingers

want to scream it at him, but the

further open, hooking them outside of s. A finger teases the opening of my vagina, making obscene sounds as he slides

disgusting, but it just makes me

back. "Anything for

a mess of need,

leaving me empty, aching. My hands fly to my

"Not

growls. "Get on your knees and beg your

tinderbox of my body. When he

hearing a rumble

is that hot? That shouldn't

and reach out to tug his shirt out of his waistband. He grabs my wrist, and I still, raising my eyes

Hungry. Hot. Absolutely feral.

jaw is clenched-he's holding

sink to my knees. The floor is cold, but my

be, while he's still fully