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.

and the sound of my name on his lips sends a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I whimper, my

smoky jade as a low rumble builds in his chest. He takes a step forward, his

fire, little one,” he warns, his voice a low, gravelly purr that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your

a living inferno now, an

word torn from my lips

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keening cry. “I

that consumes me from the inside out. But Clayton seems to understand, his eyes glittering with a feral light as he takes another

a dark promise that has my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled and bred until that delicious heat

last.”

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

part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts are

No claiming.

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Virgin Heat (1)

Just sex.

relief from all

But-

I’m trying to maintain rationality, and yet I hold out my hand, beckoning

closer.

emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his tone laced with steel. “Just you… and me.”

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

he murmurs, his breath fanning

down on mine,

of unrice as he kinnon me with a

murarica na ha

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foracious

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His tongue plunges past my lips, stroking against mine in a blatant possession

hard planes of his

fire rages hotter, burning away the last vestiges of my

yanking my head back as

groaning at the feel of rough, wet denim against my core. The friction is maddeningly delicious and I can’t quite get the angle for my clit, frustrating