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.

on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me.

to 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

playing with fire, little one,” he warns, his voice a 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

at his words, my body arching helplessly towards him. The heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming

torn from my lips in

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cry. “I

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

“You need

last.”

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 his mate from the inside

rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all

But-

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

closer.

twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he

two long strides, his hands slamming against the 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 scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the

of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across

down on

unrice as he kinnon me

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plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching

blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his body pressed

burning away the last vestiges of

his hands curls into my hair, yanking my head back as he

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 core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I can’t