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.

sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of

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

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

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

I beg, the word torn from my lips in

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cry. “I

inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as he takes another step forward.

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

last.”

he takes me with brutal,

part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate,

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from

But-

guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality,

closer.

prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No

head as he cages me in. I can feel the scorching heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his

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

mouth crashes down on

unrice as he kinnon me with

murarica na ha

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against mine in a blatant possession

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

rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my control.

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

and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is