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

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

purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I

heat is a living inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens

I beg, the word torn from

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cry. “I need…”

inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering

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

last.”

lips as images explode behind my eyes–Clayton pinning me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking us together

my body craves, everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from

But-

strain. “We need… the guards.” I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my hand, beckoning him

closer.

low, rumbling snarl builds in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you… and me.”

heat of his body, can smell the heady, musky scent of his arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He’s soaked

of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me

down on mine,

unrice as he kinnon

murarica na ha

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in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate mewl.

in the taste of him, in the blazing heat of his kiss and the hard planes of his

burning away

my hair, yanking my head back

makes my hips buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at the feel of rough, wet