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.

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

a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his movements slow

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 right now.”

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

the word torn from my

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keening cry. “I

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

clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little

last.”

me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together

knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are screaming for me to let him claim

No claiming.

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Just sex.

from all

But-

“We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I

closer.

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

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

breath fanning hot across my

mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing

of unrice as he kinnon me with

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mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him

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

rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of

my hair, yanking my head back as he plunders

jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough,