Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 294 Ava: His Kiss

| gasp at the contact, feeling every hard plane of his body against mine. The bond in my chest pulses with joy,

singing at the reconnection. It feels right, like coming hafter a long journey.

Lucas takes advantage of my parted lips, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. The taste of him explodes on my

tongue. | moan, unable to hold back the sound of pure pleasure.

Our kiss becomes more frantic, more desperate. It's as if we're both trying to make up for lost time, to reclaim

what was taken from us. My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging lightly. He responds with a low growl! that sends

shivers down my spine.

I'm dimly aware that we're in a hospital room, that anyone could walk in at any moment. But | can't bring myself

to care. All that matters is Lucas, his hands on my body, his lips against mine.

He breaks the kiss, but before | can protest, his lips are on my neck. He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down my

throat, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, his tongue tracing my crescent

scar. | cry out, my head falling back to give him better access.

"Lucas," | breathe, his na prayer on my lips.

He responds by sucking hard on my pulse point, surely leaving a mark. The possessive gesture sends a thrill

through me, diving straight into the core of me. Even without his memories, spart of him knows I'm his.

His hands slide under my shirt, calloused palms skimming over my heated skin. Every touch leaves a trail of fire

in its wake. | arch into him, craving more contact.

"Ava," he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "My Ava."

Those two words shatter what little control | have left. | pull his face back to mine, kissing him with everything |

have. All the longing, the fear, the joy of having him back—I pour it all into the kiss.

Lucas responds in kind, his hands tightening on my waist as he spins us around, walkingbackward. Probably

to the bed, but somehow we end up against the wall, instead.

He presses against me, leaving no space between us. | can feel every hard line of his body, every tremor of

desire that runs through him.

This position is so intimately familiar, it nearly brings tears to my eyes. Just like our first ttogether.

| wrap one leg around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as | grind against him, gasping at the friction as his

hips pump against me. Even through our clothes, | can feel how much he wants me.

It isn't enough.

His hands slide down to my thighs, and in one smooth motion, he lifts me. | wrap both legs around him

instinctively, my arms tightening around his neck. The new position brings us even closer together, and we both

groan at the contact.

Lucas breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. We're both breathing heavily, our chests heaving in

unison. His eyes, when they meet mine, are molten gold, filled with a hunger that makes my insides clench with

desire.

"I don't remember you," he says, his voice low and husky. "But my body does. Every part ofis screaming that

you're mine."

| nod, unable to form words. | know exactly what he means. Even when my mind was tellingto be cautious,

my body was yearning for his touch.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. "lI want to remember you, Ava. | want to know every

inch of you, to relearn every sound you make when I touch you."

A shiver runs throughat his words. "Yes," | breathe, tightening my legs around him. "Please, Lucas."

He captures my lips again, the kiss slower this tbut no less intense. It's a promise, a declaration of intent. His

hands start to roam again, sliding under my shirt and up my sides.

I arch into his touch, my own hands exploring the broad expanse of his back. The strength in his muscles, the

heat of his skin. | want more. | want to feel his skin against mine, to trace every new scar and learn his body all

over again.

Lucas seems to read my mind. He breaks the kiss long enough to tug at the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms,

allowing him to pull it over my head. The cool air of the hospital room hits my heated skin, makingshiver.

His eyes roam over my newly exposed skin, darkening with desire. "Beautiful," he murmurs, before dipping his

head to trail kisses along my collarbone. One hand slides lower, dipping into the waistband of my pants, sending

electricity through me.

"Put your legs down. Spread them."

The coolness of the wall against my back contrasts with the inferno raging in my body. My fingers tighten in his

hair as | try to keep myself upright, lowering my leg to the ground, following his every whispered order.

When his hand dives between my legs, his fingers brushing against that slick core of me, throbbing and aching

for his touch, | almost sob from the pleasure. "More. Harder."

"God, Ava. You're so wet," he says, his voice a gravelly growl against my ear. "You're soaking for me."

My cheeks heat at his words, but | can't bring myself to care. All | can do is whimper as he slides a finger inside,

curling it and seeking out the spot that makes sparks burst behind my closed eyelids. | tilt my head back,

exposing the line of my throat as pleasure shoots through me.

His lips are right there, and he nips at my pulse again, gentler this time. A needy sound escapes me, part plea,

part surrender. My body is his to do with as he pleases. | just need more.

"Please, Lucas," | whisper, my voice hoarse. "More."

| feel him smile against my skin. "So eager. So demanding, my little mate," he says, his voice filled with dark

amusement. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Only if you don't killfirst," | mutter, my grip on his shoulders tightening.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me.

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