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.

name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing

in on the 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 stalking its prey.

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

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

word torn from my lips in a

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cry. “I need…”

voice the craving that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral

need. “You need

last.”

spills from my 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

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

No claiming.

3/7

Virgin

Just sex.

relief from

But-

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

closer.

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…

scorching heat of his body, can smell the

murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim

down on mine, swallowing

as he kinnon me with

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my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession that has me arching into him with a desperate

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 his hair,

burning away the last

curls into my hair, yanking my head back

buck. He slides one jean–clad leg between mine, and I grind down immediately, groaning at