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

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

that sends shivers racing down my spine. “I can smell your need from here.

inferno now, an all–consuming blaze that threatens to reduce

I beg, the word torn from my lips

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cry. “I

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

my core clenching with fresh need. “You need to be claimed, don’t you, little one? Filled

last.”

pinning me down, spearing into me over and over as he takes me with brutal, claiming force. His knot swelling inside me, locking

everything this maddening heat demands. But some small, rational part of me knows that it isn’t right, that Clayton isn’t my fated mate, no matter how badly my instincts

No claiming.

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Just sex.

relief from all this.

But-

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

closer.

in Clayton’s chest as he prowls closer, his eyes blazing like twin emerald flames. “No guards, little one,” he counters, his

his hands slamming against the 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 arousal mingling with mine in the steamy air. He’s soaked from the water, and

take care of you, Ava,” he murmurs, his breath fanning hot across my lips. “Let me claim what’s mine.”

crashes down on mine,

of unrice as he kinnon

murarica na ha

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

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

rages hotter, burning away

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

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