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 clenching tight as I struggle to stay

builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator

low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here. It’s taking everything I have not to take you right now.”

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

word torn from my lips

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cry. “I need…”

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 as he takes another step

a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you,

last.”

down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His

everything this maddening heat 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 instincts are

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all this.

But-

I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I

closer.

chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,”

tile on either side of my head as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky

Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across

mouth crashes down on

unrice as he kinnon me

murarica na ha

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stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with

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

the fire rages hotter, burning away

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

one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I