Tangled

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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.

lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my thighs clenching tight as

the motion, darkening to smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate,

gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell

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

the word torn from

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keening cry. “I

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

fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat of

last.”

me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together as he floods me with his seed, branding me as

me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from

But-

guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my hand, beckoning him

closer.

Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little

side 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

his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim what’s

on mine, swallowing

of unrice as he

murarica na ha

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against mine in a blatant possession that has

the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. My fingers tangle in his

away the

yanking my

down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core.