Tangled

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (1)

41 Ava: Virgin Heat (I)

I brace myself against the slick tiles, my chest heaving with harsh, ragged breaths as Clayton’s eyes blaze into mine. The heat between us is a living, breathing thing, a palpable force that crackles in the air like an electric

current.

“Clayton,” I manage, my voice a breathless rasp. “We need to… call the guards.”

My words would probably have a little more punch if I wasn’t still working my fingers between my thighs. His eyes fall from my face to my hands, and he steps

forward.

A thrill rushes through me, and I spread my legs a little farther. “The guards,” I prompt, even as I bring myself to yet another orgasm, panting as my face flushes with

its heat.

I want his fingers, not mine.

I want his tongue, not his fingers.

I want his cock, not his tongue.

I want…

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Fuck, I can’t handle this.

His nostrils flare at the sound of my voice, his jaw clenching as a muscle ticks in his chiseled cheek. I can see the war raging within him, the primal alpha instincts battling against his ironclad control.

my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs

smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its

shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking everything I have not to take you

whine escapes me at his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens

the word torn

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keening cry.

it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to

“You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled

last.”

over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods me with

demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all

But-

out, my voice cracking with strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out

closer.

blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his

body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He’s soaked from the water, and I struggle with the urge to lick

you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips.

down on mine, swallowing

unrice as he kinnon

murarica na ha

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mine in a blatant possession that has me arching

him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his hair,

away the

his hands curls into my hair, yanking

pressing against my lower abdomen in a way that makes my hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my