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.

wave of

on the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes

racing down my

is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce me to ashes if I

the word torn from my lips

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keening cry. “I need…”

can’t bring myself to say it, to voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light

need. “You need to be claimed, don’t

last.”

over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force.

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

No claiming.

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Virgin Heat

Just sex.

relief from

But-

my voice cracking with strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain

closer.

low, rumbling snarl builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you… and me.”

of my head as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of 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

care of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me

on

he

murarica na ha

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hunger. His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into

hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My

the fire rages hotter, burning away the last

into my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders my mouth.

at the