Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 116

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I wrap my legs around him as he enters, slow and careful, in a burn that only heightens the desire.

But he’s too careful.

Too gentle.

Too thoughtful.

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“Lucas,” I whine, tightening my legs around him and yanking him in.

His hips surge forward and the entire length of him sinks into me, filling me in a way that makes me feel complete.

Whole.

But all control he has is gone. He’d used what was left of it to try to ease his way in.

Now it’s all hard, heavy thrusts and wild rhythm, with my body half off the bed and supported only by his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my ass.

I think I scream. I’m not sure. I’m dizzy over the pleasure as he hits that spot deep inside, a place that

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almost hurts every time he slams home.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Ava,” he groans, and I can’t

answer.

I can barely breathe.

All I can do is moan and shove back against the bed to try and meet his every thrust, wanting it harder.

Part of me wants to drag his head down to my shoulder and force a mating bite, but I manage to hold at least that part of me in check.

“Ava,” he groans, his voice rough with desire. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I laugh between the moans. “So are you.”

My intelligence is at rock bottom, all my brain power centered on where our bodies meet, the obscene sounds in the air, and how close I am to the edge.

When his pace goes frantic, his thrusts frenzied, I feel my body coiling tight.

And when the warmth rushes into me as he growls his release, I shatter.

Shatter.

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Every part of me lights up like fucking fireworks, and I sob with the force of the climax that surges through me, dragging me to heaven in a rush.

Lucas leans over me, his chest heaving, his breath hot against my skin. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth and tenderness blooming inside me, a delicious afterglow that spreads through every inch of my body.

His lips brush against my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, each touch a whisper of devotion. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs between kisses. “I should be chained to a pole whenever you’re around.”

A laugh bubbles up from my chest, the absurdity of his statement cutting through the haze of pleasure. “I don’t think that would help much.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “Probably not. You’d find a way to tempt me even then.”

We stay like that for a moment, basking in the aftermath of our passion, the world narrowed down to just the two of us. But reality begins to seep in, reminding me of the complications that await us